mango summer sunset | | august poems (2023)

The Sun, the Moon, the Stars

This mournful violin is your silent swaying
as you dance through the shafts of sun
leaking through the kitchen curtains;
they ripple slowly in the summer breeze.
You reach out toward me,
I take your hand and
you twirl me with a bright smile.

This ringing melody is your laugh,
you reel it back and whisper
through the golden lamplight
that you love me to the moon and back
and somehow, further;
I had not known there was a place
further than the moon.

This piano chord is your voice
calling me inside; I breathlessly
run across my lawn as
a silhouette under the stars;
inside is the scent of my favorite meal,
you set it on the table and
I forget to thank you for making it.