No.30

It seems as though I can't resist his tarnished glow.
An autumn sunlight is his style.
Not bright and blinding of summer;
Not sharp and awakening of spring.
It pervades every membrane of my oh-so human body
And warms it from within.

No.29

I can feel you returning to me
from a place I don't know.
I kept your side of the bed warm.
Slowly, slowly,
We will collect the fragments
scattered all around
And toss them back into the sky,
where they belong.