Imbedded In Memory

imbedded in memory unknown Suns crossing sky just before silken slide of evening's light into dusk are like a string of moons skimming an Alaskan winter- during the year after her passing. As the great glaring orbs pull the tides far away her spirit sings above the green black waters as the wind: caressing, stroking, sometimes knifing the ocean's surface. The final day of grief, gulls' cries echo into sky, as the sun sinks- giving birth to a violet tinged, pinpricked sky, cracked in the corner with a sliver of moon- a sky that drapes over a fluttering heart, his courage flickering like a candle flame: the color of dark embraces and the wind stirs the long grasses touching his bare black legs as he runs from the dunes to the sea, a mirror reflecting the white sliver of moonshine, shattering with shards leaping to the shore as he dives in for a night swim- His is the only flesh not imbedded in memory