WE WERE WINGS

Memories flow around our bodies
from the heart of the rain this morning,
we are empty. Sorrow pulses through 
memories, swallows up our noisy minds. 
We are absorbed by water,
and can feel the sounds of ocean, 
as something familiar is dawning 
deep within us every morning, 
then it disappears again. Memories of us 
have the roots right in the air.
We were the wings for each other, 
but stillness breaks before dawn, 
in the name of all that’s hailed, 
and face it all— 
the past remains unclaimed, 
driven forth by faith.

GOODBYE ALL THE LEAVES “Walk on,” I said to myself and turned around, when the wind blows, the shadows change. “Walk on,” I said and continued the path, we know the rules— the light’s gate trough the wall of darkness. So, goodbye all the leaves under the turquoise sky, goodbye all the leaves above the…