Embers part II

Sifting through the ashes of burnt bridges.

I find only embers burning every night in my sleep.

That I tried so hard to extinguish before we grew too old to heal.

Embers

Embers ascend into aurora.

Hissing charcoal our last memory before dreams of shimmering green flame.

For a moment I wake.

Stars shine so cold and hard.

Remind me they are always there. It's our own light that blinds us to their existence.

In the morning perfect white ash.

Offers faint promises of resurrection that go unfulfilled.

Diver

The Orca's cry submerged in a divers memory.

To resurface into the unforgiving swell. There's never a painless time to remember.

Things lost deep. Hidden in the swaying kelp forests below.

Cheyenne

Here we go
We're almost through
Take it all and start again
And I know just where we stand

And I was lost
When we almost fell
Into empty space again
And I don't know where to land

And I can see we're almost flying

Touch the stars and burn
But we're still crying

Cheyenne

One day we'll be free again

One day we'll be free again

Icify

static sun frozen in a memory of turquoise

a glimpse of autumn icifies our arctic soul

Unrecurring Dream

In a forgotten dream we're almost flying
and barely leave footprints in the snow

We kayak past drifting ice packs
And spend an endless summer on the melting shore

Face Surreality

Reality drifts into dreams at night.
Dreams disappear into reality when I awake
and their sadness lasts until noon.