Still wrapped up in that tree
that moment reflecting gold
whispering blue
January again burns bright
like light before it dreams day
but it is night, not day, our night
where we can breifly breathe dead life
our black cloak stopping sight
no material desires
We are constellations
Mocking mortal eyes
split images fading forever
we are light, too evocative for soil
We are two ambient suns
Airy, a single ambit
Pleasing heaven with
silent music and shoe-box memories
Creating fictions that define
love through death,
death proving a moment with love
I love you
still
You are my mirror
A tragic shadow still reflecting
Invading innocent objects
reminding me of what I see
isn't you
Reminding me I am...
Here alone. Displaced