The sun sings today in hues
Streaks all light like sweet aubade
Molting a beryllium of color
Makes your face appear like
Light in time singing to me
Your song a prescient lilt to
The silence and sounds they emote
Amphichromatic beyond the heal –
All memory of our love a calculus
Now resides in living paralipsis
Without causation becomes amalgam
Of you and I shown bright long
Before the day we vanished on
The shore of our own arrival
Makes me wonder if you’re
Even looking for me.

© K. James Ribble