This mass of clouds
is dancing across the sky -
like a cat
eager for attention -
prowling
sulking...
this is melancholy bliss...
forsaking the sun,
forsaking all warmth -
Even Indra will have his little joke...
Lately,
everything reminds me of yesterday-
My days spent walking
so I don't have to think -
about the people I've known...
and the people I've
tried so hard to forget -
this moment -
a break, a pause,
an awkward silence in the midst of laughter...
a sigh, inserted covertly, somewhere
between melting and freezing -
I would remain solid
so that I can still stand on my own -
and I would remember all the years
that it never snowed on Samhain -
and I would plead, just once more
for a silver moon,
and nothing left in the world
but two silhouettes - yours and mine
on a backdrop of Autumn gold. |