the morning drive
shows a sky in strata
gradient shades of
pastel madnesses
fulfilling a complete
archaeological summation
of her smile blossoming
into golden splendor
even as the last wisps
of sleep evaporate in
sullensteam to scar
a world of hazel lies

i exist somewhere beyond
indigo bands rendered
indistinguishable
from the farthest reaches
of the space between our
fading heartmurmurs