
Petals


Your voice, signature of person as it exists,
lives to be found in the stories you tell.
It lurks behind the words you speak,
between the gaps in your breath
and within the way in which you punctuate your text.
But–it also is in every part of your gestures, your laughs
expressions the voice to which others bear visual witness.
Oh, how does your face alight when your loved ones call you?
and how does your laughter ring out when you hear a joker’s tale?
Your joy distinct, and your sorrow unique
A footprint of its very own,
caught in the strides of your name and self
and that voice, that individual, irreplaceable voice
lives to be found in the stories told about you.
We
started
late in trying
to catch the pastel break of sunset
But the road winds around,
curving past the slopes and peaks of the hills
so that the light comes from behind,
from the right, from the left
And when night falls
we are abandoned in the dusk
smiles and eyes alight
Alone on this endless journey
chasing the sun.
Dedicated to my dear friend Cassidy.