STAY, in the Breath

The color of night falling, when color seems most pregnant in the wilds, gives way to colorlessness. But I don’t give way to you. The color of night deepening with stars most outspoken, gives way to dawn rising. But I stayed seated when you entered the room. The color of my heart breaking as bright and as fine as the morning, gives way to the land called Glad. But I would.. Read More