When you think of me

remember that I
will think of you
also
later on
in this day which has
seen you first.

When you think of me
a wave goes out
into the oceanic
universe
to mark a moment
that
will never come
again.

When you think of me
I will not know
until my heart will hear
the sound of yours
breathing
silent
a remembrance.

When you think of me
close your eyes and see
the light of my heart
speed
across a spaceless place
that holds
our hearts
synchronized
whispering.

When you think of me
remember
I will think of you
also
and in that moment
there can be
no chains.

She changes her color
so quickly from
orange to yellow
to white.

Rising up like
the specter of some
ancient and
lovely
girl stepping in
to a bright shining
beam of the sun.

And why not?

She is
after all
a kind of a maid
circling there
in the darkness alone.

Her face gazes down
at the bright
and the blue of a world
which holds her
in its grasp
unrelenting and cold
but beautiful.

Does she long
for the freedom
to float on her own
in the vastness
that wildly echoes.

Is there ever a time
when she stuggles
to fly?
Does she have
any heart that will break?

Poor beautiful thing
riding there in the sky
catching all of the wishes
that young
lovers send to her each
night as she wafts across
the dark.

Does she envy their
desperate hearts?