While watching the sun rise
this a spring morning
an intensity is felt in so many waves
a passion,
memory,
sweet notions, remember a walk,
a trail into forever
lives matter
a heady stream of shadows
those we generate
by wanting to remember
alongside
our darker turn
where lives seem to lose their sheen
instead drawn to speculation.
Sunrise, sunset
Every moment in memory
would begin with a soft trace
fingertips touch skin,
an erotic feel, sensation,
the wonder of peace inside a tranquil travel
sense her response
he his own,
together in the sunlight
a damp spring morning
lives do matter
together would be our dreams.
sunrise, sunset
Would we might lives choose.
