the sun dips below faraway hills
while scattered clouds flame into lavenders,
pinks and grays. a flight of swallows overhead
calls me to look heavenward, but lost for words
i have nothing to offer save the beating of this heart.
and here beneath these vaulted cathedral skies
as evening bleeds into day i wish there was more to say
than a handful of platitudes worn too smooth from use.
love, but a whispered breath surrendered into night.
(for rumi)
