My Sky Is Quiet

my sky is quiet
and the sun keeps to herself
a wind hugs my breath

and what the clouds saw
one happy woman smiling
in their protection

I wish to walk in
your footsteps like the shadow
following a child

with you I would go
inside a stone to find your
sharp lucidity

fall afternoon light
shaky and sparse but with you
tell me I am loved

memories awake
crowding out autumn darkness
I’ll get used to joy

tender comes the night
in your arms, tender your lips
seeking my kisses

By Ute Margaret Saine


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