Like a dove's mournful cry
echoing across fresh dew,
Like a shadowy silhouette
against a steady sunset,
Like the way I marry my
coffee and cream,
Like the way a book's pages
flutter between my fingers
You are --
A burst of spring,
A given hand,
A warm embrace,
History in the making,
Yet perhaps,
Like a jolt of blue lightning
striking across my midnight sky,
You are ephemeral
in your ties to me
