the silver songs of
starlit diaphanous beings
suddenly cease
two leave behind
the heart
cold
gray
alone
winter sky
hangs
heavy
night’s
constellate
creation
in nebulous
orbit
frozen
airways
always
to try
two rekindle
memory
as if
permafrost
somewhere
fragrant fire
toasts us
someday
warmer than now
I held you
told you
vow never
it is we
we let go
despite this gravity
ascension
quietly
airily
buoyantly
up
amid found melody
the final glissando
of being
Chagall 2018
