Feather On the Wind

I can tell you about a sunset
that fell fast
behind an Indian Ocean

or the way warm orange
drifted near the edge
of the Adriatic.

I can tell you about
an Atlantic moment
when the sky turned silver red
and soft pastels hung near cloud's edge

where the seals sing in spring.

I can relate the moment
a heated orb dipped lazily into
the Gulf of Mexico

when love held my hand and
told me we could have 

forever,

but I'd rather tell of the sunrise
on a cold October morning.

It rose with brilliant crimson
over beach grass from last summer
and held to the edge of fragile sand
like the air that held our breath.

It lingered,
then dissipated like a feather on the wind.

Like you,
it was harder to catch
than the sunset --



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