Vaporessence

Written as a farewell to many wonderful people in my life. Greatly inspired by the Spanish poem, "Dark Night of the Soul"

Curtains of dawn, slowly pulled over
the tops of ancient trees—
tops held, maybe, by
only the puppet-strings
attached
to the fingertips of old gods

I linger, awed to silence, turning now
with my face toward the leaving night.
Dawn greets me at my right, where
I catch a glimpse of Autumn
in the corners of the horizon

With a whisper,
Your name escapes my lips—
I breathe you, like honey,

and

I feel you on my skin
together with the dew.