from Orlando

In a soundless place

Where there is no need for air

For nothing that needs breathe can be

is a place where nothing changes.

Where we see the shape of angel’s wings

splayed across the face

of an endless sea.

Lost where walls of galaxies appear to disappear

like specks and motes in a beam, found

like the gentle drop of a feather,

the greatness of the spirit accomplishes

that which  men and evil can never do.

In the birth of eternal knowledge,

an Angel drifted here…from Orlando

missing…the words

Through a window
 I catch the blue night-

The bluster of a mild wind

Shaking trees and bushes into a rush.

It was a mere pretense

Of colder times
when I would find a still patch of air

Embrace a pocket of warmth.

So glad to be held

In the moment of a stolen comfort.

So it was this way with you

Every moment seemed

Stillness in a rush of wind

A comfort I could not keep

And tender because I knew

It was like the words we pressed

Lips to ear; a tribute to a struggle to be

And be near, as breath shaped

The bridge we could never forget.

Now, they are missing…the words;

We gave life, the words that kept us in

One loving sentence