The Rhythm Of Our Movements

i had a dream

we were breathing hard together

and the rhythm of our movements caused a landslide

Still

Open me carefully for

failure to do so

may result in

words that fall silently

softly staining the

floor below

leaving an indelible

imprint that lasts

forever

winter approaches and my colors change

to the soft somber shades of fall

and i remember

many years ago, a million moments away

how you lifted my lid

and set me free

your light leaving an indelible imprint

on my heart that still

glows