We’ve walked in the amber dusk
breathing in the ginger spice
which seemed always to undulate in the air.
Our breath has condensed in silvery puffs,
spiraling up to kiss the sky’s glassy surface.
And our eyes have followed those steamy trails
till only stars greet our wondering gaze
and the night falls silent with our awe.
We’ve whispered in the depths of fiery August
when the sun has berated us with its scorching touch
and the river water lapped at our ankles.
As we’ve exhaled our words have melted
and become lost to the current,
singing on its way back to the ocean
from which we were birthed.
We’ve cried in the showers of April,
when our tears flowed heavier
than the rain which beat at our heads.
Yet when we’ve ran dry
we’ve titled our heads once again
and stared up at the blue.
mouths yawned wide,
we’ve cried out in amazement
as mother nature shed her tears
in immortal empathy.