How Sunrise Practiced Never When I Forgot To Sing.

I used to sing to him, my mouth would brush across his shoulders and he would dream... I captured his hair and apologized for staying too long, but, God, what was time when his breath hung about me, the dancing proclamations that I could be... more. I whispered promises to no one but me, I broke every one as the tears I cried for him became the paintbrushes and canvases that spoke me, and October afternoons were way too warm when his voice became absent, as I sang to him, through the wind and remembered... nothing. He appeared to be way too much and I couldn't hold my hands tight enough to let go, I wished for his eyes as I blew a strand of summer blond hair to the west and watched the sky blink and become the moment of waking, and I woke... up... to silence as I held myself tighter in the dark that appears right before storms. Disbelief covered me because time lied and forever ended way too soon, I knew he told me never and I searched for it, I decided it must exist in tomorrow's sky, in the clouds that sometimes... blinked... but refused to smile. My lips permitted the escape of my tongue to speak my experiences clearly as I found myself on the edge of a dream that almost dropped me, and gray blue dresses tear so easily when storms are unforgiving at the sight of a woman's foolishness, still... I ran to him with summer feet, bare and burnt, however unaware they were of pain, for I couldn't lose forever and never was only the way sunrise smiled at me... teeth missing and fire~struck~angry when alone... just to find out if sometimes was the way we left when tears strike and his eyes forget the blue that silences the sky when we laugh the way children do... and I sing... forever back to sleep.