eternal

speak to me

in the language of rain

sweetly, gently

in the language

of a time without end

*

darker roads

so often

i am the night

covering the earth

with an ache

even i

have yet to name

*

reversal

i want to be

the snow that falls

upon your breath

to know you

as i once did

before dusk

ruled day

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #22