Something in that tangle overhead reminds me
Of you
As blue smoke from my fingers rise
To cloud the white mist the clouds bring down.
Something in that sunset reminds me
Of you
The twilight from the photoframe hidden in the rains
Leaving no trace of orange, nor yellow.
Yet midnight lies in wait, with a warm darkness
For you
Not glittered with stars tonight, not I,
Yet secure, in the flames I see beyond the envelope.
carvaan 