writing in the dark

Paint and brush
here to paint me
red against your blackest night.
Fair to feathers
floating upward -
words into your silence soar.
Breath to warm
each chill surrendered -
hope tied up in ribbon.
always sits in boxes
tissue paper hearts.

I keep forgetting
why it is -
I keep you in the dark
when every time we talk
you make me smile.
Warm as Sunday biscuits
a schoolgirl once all over -
yesterday don’t matter
where we are.

Just the thought of you
returning -
year old maps to show the way.
Roads may get me nowhere -
I won’t miss.

Stay the night
and tell me everything -
where you were
and why you came -
where the rivers take you
when you go.

Mountains fall
to reasons left between -
here I am
and you a part
of places I am better.
Line by line
writing in the dark.