Blue Morning

the blue lights come on
warming the wide streets
wintering my memories with ash:

I remember feeling cold
for the first time

but the sun does weird things
when the earth is fell
on its magnificent axis

once I watched the light
flicker through the window
diffused through starlit frost

the wall danced in mid-morning
among the sad loneliness exuded
from dusty Christmas ornaments

two months later the sun slipped
all of the winter's magic decayed
into the undying hope for spring:

I can remember when the grass
first smelled alive again

you must have been there too
somewhere beyond the horizon
watching the sun rise before Jupiter

and whatever motion your breath took
against the backs of moons
wilting in transition

must have felt heavenly
against silvery spheres

to say I loved you would be wrong
we had never met, of course
but I could feel you breathing

and now the blue lights
flicker morning awake
from the dead breathlessness --

stirred from a restless slumber
aching bodies recreate time
with small measured breaths