We used to talk every night; you never let me fall asleep.
A certain wonder enticing my eyes to refrain from closing in your company.
I would instead stray as the rolling thunder, masquerade as your thin visage reflected.
I wore you, yet what is it that you colored me?
When we started this you were my softness, my tranquil dawn,
My summertime siesta, a picture perfect minute,
The heavens above fields of dreams, where kites drift on a clear breeze
And rain never falls as the Sun never fades.
But Suns always set, and so moments become memories,
And against that tide of a shifting sky,
Time revealed that softness to be such a frail thing…
My mornings turned into the sound of scraping ice.
The sight of my numb breath, frost laced kisses,
Caught in the dark of the far to early evening,
A rattling through my lungs that drives my body to shivering pieces
Across these unshoveled sidewalks of December, Ohio.
Yes, I was still draped in your color, but only now do I see
The never-ending shades that your blue could be.