we came to live in a cabin out by the lake,
where we'd laughed and loved our lives away,
in the pine-smelling dusty air.
you wrote your poems
curled up in light on the sill,
you were streaming your long hair
out the window like a flag on the shore
where the waters say
shhh (we're here to stay)
alone in this place- it's alive
and so full of dead silence,
just hanging in the air
by the light of the afternoon.
you were lit by the candle glow,
endless skin as white as snow.
but you are more like a summer rose-
unfolding all your secrets to me
as you whisper
shhh (i am only yours)
i remember your tender voice,
a lark si