~after twilight

I remember your dreams and how they ripened

into my own reveries, a touch of stardust glistening

      into all that we traced in the sands of our wanting

 

I remember the tracing of your lips and their soft

on my fingertips, and how the pigment was so different from my own,

     lingering there with such exquisite fascination

 

dreams die as love is fickle and you danced far from me

 

The membranes on our hearts peel back as we release

   butterflies whose wing we dare not touch, lest

  by grasping we obliterate their ability to fly,

        and we learn that wild things must remain liberated

 

 Feral creatures coaxed in gentle glow of soft emanations

     feed from our hands then scurry from perceived shadows

, they grace us with fleeting moments, insights into riding lightning

 

We extend a hand out in the glow with wonder…

    allow thunder to caress our essence

                      never closing out fingers

           around the crashing echo of clouds

 

       leaving what belongs to midnight  lingering

           suspended..

              we glimpse another reality at the crossroad of twilight…

 

  Fading into a new daybreak

   we return to the mundane…..

              wiser for the seeing…..

yet never again feeling completely fulfilled

 

© Katherine Wyatt 2012