The last homage

There's a something between us now.

A long unnamed wind.

instead of all the tangible things we broke 

the earth, the salt and the words.

There was an amazon once and the random

song of fleeting clouds.

A staccato chime of crickets

in the quiver of my eyes,

instead of the burnt logs of woods and the dead fireflies 

here and there.

There's something between us now.

A hint of charcoal..a dancing smoke

And a long dreary heart twilighting to a wilted petal

(Instead of the sheen of the night, we slivered

to yield warmth). And I sit by it

for I know that once a river ran through it.