Clear was your touch
as twilight breathed into day’s exhale,
and velvet moonlight sighed.
We returned to each other
in these grassy lavender spaces,
where the voids of our secret middles
gasped, then met
Our silhouetted mountains
protected us, transformed us —
we were small and diminutive compared to their size.
We saw only whispers of colors;
we heard only whooshing once more.
And though our riverbed dreams flashed uncertain,
and though our souls cleave us still,
then found each other,
as we loved —
fully and finally,
and finally again.