Long, Softly Lit Hallway, A
Tall Westward Window
Dawn, Painted Across
The Skies and Trees and Fields
In Blues and Coral
Our Worlds, Separate
Yet Together, Start Again
And I Breathe Deeply
An Old Photograph,
Tattered Edges, Creased and Scratched
Faded and Fuzzy
But She’s Turned Towards You
Smiling, And Your Joy Shines Through
All the Time That’s Passed
Lighting Memories
That Float and Glow Like Fireflies
In the Late Evening
Telephone Wires Drawn
In Orange Above Sunrise
Polished, Empty Streets