I keep telling myself
how every cloud has a silver lining.
No matter how dark
the sun always hides behind it.
It gives you something to hold on to.
Something to fight for,
something to strive for.
My iodine prison is over.
On the smolderng path carved from the ashes of what we were
by the window I can see her beckoning smile
After so many years she still takes my breath away.
In that white gown, with that blazing hair,
in the vivid light of the dying sun.
A kiss, engulfing, asphyxiating
a moment, coiling in grey ashes.
Remnant of past fires
blue smoke, reaching the sky.
I extinguish them one by one
the tears and her sparks
under my feet, the dirt reminds me
How we will be
together again. (soph aur)