Our Window

Written in the Months of February and March 2019

Moment in Time

Does this rose represent my apology?

Petals that bleed true–

Red of an elegy.

The red that my heart runs flush.

Beating in time, still very much alive.

Yet my love is of gold, consistent

with the rising sun.

At times past and future,

we have lost our light to the rain.

It takes a trip above the clouds.

To realize the sun remains shining.

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As she walks away, a haze of

unknown surrounds her.

But to be alarmed would be unwary,

a reaction stemmed in haste.

For this cloud is full of gold–

A bolt that seeks not to harm.

In the hands of the beholder,

Her future is bright.