Green glass descending

I feel the dark before the dawn, and the quiet too,

As a handful of creatures buzz and click

And hold on to the black that covers them.

I kiss him as flowers might kiss,

Lightly and colourfully,

With the fragrance of love lingering all around them.

I let your words caress my ears,

Enveloping me in purples and pinks and blues,

As a curve of green glass descends on the sand.

I am absorbed by your presence

As the traffic sounds sweep passed,

A tide ebbing away around a marker buoy.

I smolder overnight

And wake to dust off the cinders,

While you lie phoenix-like and look at me.

Copyright, Bryan R Ward 2009