Silver Trails

Intimacies are always available      
to those who believe in Time      
despite its tangible absence      
beyond eggshell dimensions      
     
snowy leaves through a window      
the mudslide of impending rain      
wet blades slicing into light        
barren trees turning opaque      
     
That would be us…Darling      
fragments of apprentice stars      
pledging sole allegiance to this      
entangled moment of Love      
     
An afternoon posed like morning      
a sovereign innocence dimming      
the fringe of noisy distraction        
from all those bells and whistles      
   
not all that glisters is diamond      
sometimes it's flesh and blood      
not all that's priceless is gold      
sometimes it's a lazy afternoon    
     
The only sound a sonar pulse      
from the firm pillow of your chest      
Trails of light move down the wall      
Silver fish diving through lace      
     
My eyes follow their slow descent    
back to uncharted fathoms of sleep    
   
~      
     
     
Runner-up in Missy's Silver Snails Comp