Whispering Love

A low wind rises tracing earth colors on canvas under your fingers the bottoms of our love interweaves. Your laughter reverberates like an evening of wine on a set table without a glass. Your shadow on the wall drinking and saluting our love, forever. Shadowy tattoo a curling snake your signature. Your low wind rises beyond the walls of remembrance, whispering. Your whisper slips through the cracks nothing else between us. Ascend the high wind of love and set the table straight. But be careful of the dog that bites you along the way Your whispers haunt me so often gusts past my wall. You remind me of the days when we thought being here and now was enough for us. We were young and carefree, We thought we were invulnerable, We didn't distrust time. You remind me of our promises, that our love would live forever beyond eternity. But we ran too fast, time caught up with us and out path separated. Your whisper is now an old joke that has outlived its usefulness. Yet I am its easy prey listening with attentive ears forever. Today at bookstore I looked for a manual on how to bury your love, in vain. For love is love and not to be burdened by definitions, in hot and cold furnaces apart.