Yellow

Envelope me mon chér

with your countenance's vast calm

though the February skies are gathering

the sun remains where we put it

and Death, if it should visit

can only fall in quiet whispers

and lay unheard at our naked feet

Moments we wrested from insensitive winds

have taken root, blossomed into flower by the urgent sea's

shore and coarsely stare, mocking me in vibrant hues

yet in each bright color, each bold wave

in every day that passes

still, I seek you

In black and white dreaming

yesterday

recalling how you lay so placidly

mirroring the nothingness of the late summer sky

only your eyes stirred, ripples of longing

tenderness

and you who claimed not to love me

spoke my name and

opened your arms.