I spoke with an old friend today, and we shared a smile or three. I was driving past an empty field when she spoke to me. The sun was tucked beneath the trees, stretching her last rays up into the sky, and I almost missed her grin, I almost just drove by. The wind cried out, “stop,” and my heart cried out, “wait!” So I turned my car around to find an empty place. I threw it into park, soft light wrapped me in an embrace, and I let out a smile for the first time today. My windows rolled open, a dirt road beside a field, the grass alive with music and my music playing still. Turning towards the sky on my drivers side, I pressed myself against the door. With my tongue untied, I whispered a reply, starting with all the things I wish that she could hear. I imagined she saw herself from a different angle, just like you or I, so I spoke instead as if she could now see herself from mine. I told her “you are breathtaking,” with every word I could, but the truth is I would rather talk to her for hours, breathless with passion at the ends of my sentences.
Oh you. How lucky am I, to have laid eyes on the way you cause the light to change. You are the light that breathes, and the color that glows. How grateful am I to know you. Your goodbye is graceful in every way and you take your time leaving, though I wish you could stay. I have never seen a sky like you, a sky that is every shade of blue — green, yellow, orange, pink, and purple. Each color melts together in a dance and a song, if I could stay here forever and simply hum along. As your sun sets, your moon rises, and I admire how just a sliver of you sets my soul on fire. A crescent with edges aflame, a transparent center, luna — your name. The stars turn towards you because they love to see you shine, they decorate your sky just the way you had in mind. I watch in awe as you come alive, and I describe to you my favorite time of day — moonrise.
with love always, S ✦