Where she belongs.

She lives in the air

Cold and crisp

Coaxing you kindly to breathe it in

She lives in the echoes

That get quieter and quieter but live on here from now on until forever

She lives in the water

That makes its way down the stream only to float and get trapped in the seams

Of clouds so vast, they’ve seen it all

They form and break but remain and sing the same from old nights to new days

She lives in the rocks

That you hope garner more than history

But if it isn’t bits of gold or diamonds, it is bits of space and time,

She should be seeing the sun set and rise

From views upon trees upon mountains that look down upon the skies

Because thats where she lives, in the fires and shadows

And the thunder and lightning

All together at the same time

But also never,

not now not then not tomorrow,

just never

Thats where she lives

But its not where she is

Because she’s here

with me.

And though she deserves mist and dew, and sun and snow, and Monday’s full of contemplating, and Sundays sun delaying so that the pinks and oranges can encore their curtain call.

She stays here

with me.

Not in This valley of mountains and clouds, and rain and rivers, and greens and blues and yellows; the mosaic of her forgotten future,

Because its where I can’t exist

so she never goes to visit.