By Alex Padina
In the darkness, I found you.
So lost and frail and so not mine.
In the indigo velvet of a starless night.
Marble lips and an empty wish
on an hourglass of rapid sands.
A searcher lost, a hunter astray
in the veil of night you hid.
And this I did, I freed my tongue
to an echoed voice that never reached
no matter how much I tried.
And in the soil where bodies rot
and heart stopped memories lay
You heard me speak your name.
And then you raised like a flock of birds,
like mist does in the morning haze.