The Back Steps

Gold light streams at a low angle through the trees

Heavy on my eyelids as if I am dazed

Each falling leaf a glowing yellow page breathing 

A story we’ve been telling all our lives

Your voice takes me back through the channel

A deep ocean river of time flowing forever

From your impossibly green eyes

Tasting the salt water of tears watching them

Glitter on your cheeks which are still somehow

The cheeks of the Child You Were

Strands of gold in your braids like armor

Opening the clasps of your heart letting it fall

We pour out into the rustle of color at our feet

I hear you speak my thought aloud a moment after

The sunlight is healing and the breeze swells

In response so we are singing a round

Rising falling ebbing flowing opening turning

It all comes to meet us and it has been

All along

By queenofelves

Writer, artist, and magic-user. Lover of fantasy and romantic poetry. Always exploring!


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