There is an edge of the sky
scored with the colors
of you my friend, my
lover, my igneous flame, you
spar with the winds of a
liquid desire, and in my life,
you love beyond poignancy,
beyond this nostalgia,
unraveling in a totem of gifts,
becoming sentient in the
key of Light, as I learn
the rites of wonder in a land
of Self, a mountain of my
own rising, showing me
that with my own actions,
always like you, I am the dawn
 
 
 

© K. James Ribble