the scent of light

thunder gone,
air purified,
tiny birds
flying low

next to fallen
pink petals,
all flowers shine
clean and clear.

with the scent of  grass
longing arrived,
the scent of memory
and light, reaching

into the sky
and into sleep,
washed up with
the wonder of rain.

i can feel the music
of your arms,
i long for
the softness of

your breath,
the rhythm of
your heart.
i long to be

in your sleep
and you in mine.
i long for your
eyes in the morning

and the slow smile
awakening into
days together.
i feel,

i feel now and
cannot unfeel,
liquid ,
alive.

i long for where
i belong,
our shelter in the
wind of time