Sinking

Into the river of our becoming
flowed silent wishes
and whispered longings
unbearable grief
flowing
muddy and opaque
leaning towards the dawn and away
from the settling
of suns
constructed realms
where I am known by those
with love and light and loveliness
amber and umber streaking through their eyes
until I woke and saw the smoke
that filled us up and even choked
the last of the light, the smidgen of love,
dreamt of only in another\’s eye.

(2/2015 J.E.Todd)