It’s July
The roof
of the sky is falling
And the
storm in your arms
Has kept
me away
But through
the pages
Of a
memory set on fire
I remember
you
Like a
tree wrapped in light
Wading through
The darkest
forest.
I’ve
learnt silence is
Closer than
we think
Like the
ocean at my feet
Or the
people standing still
Like weather
beaten mannequins
And that I
only sing to myself
As your
flame dances
Above me
And my
words melt away.
I still recall
the red shore
Of your
lips
And that
green gate through which
You made
your way
To watch a
gentle river flow
And birds
with their flame
Melt me to
my bones.
But oh my
evening moon
My
midnight flower
As forever
departs and future beckons
Know you were
always well clothed
In garbs
of light
And I was
always
Naked in
your presence.
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