What did you dream of?
Fields of tall grass swaying in cool breezes
And the sun
Bright and warm on my face
I was smiling broadly
Watching the buffalo graze.

And his eyes were closed, lips drawn tight
There was no ghost in the shell, no peace of features.
This is not him. This is not him I told her
While she cried “Is so unfair” in her little girl voice,
In her broken English.
“Hush now,” came the tender thought filling my ears,
“I am simply moving on in a different way.”
And i wondered if the words were just for me.
His death fuels me with passion and new resolve.

Parched lips wetted with pink
Tongue
Over soft exhalations, heart beating and shallow breathing
Months of silent slumber
Interrupted
By one tall drink of water stepping casually through and
Turning coolly toward her
Desire.

I build my pyramid from the top down
Of a motley crew churning water like blood.

Martin knows by the verbal lows
And hushed breath what is happening
Rather he would know if he could.
Where are you, friend, have you lost me already?
Are you settling into your new groove
Or biding time.

In sweet sadness I watch the little hearts grow
And move on and I am proud they called me what they would.

My girl in her new life touches base
But I see joi in her eyes sparkling
In wonder I miss and yet am finding within.