Blackbirds chattered dusk in far-off birch trees

so we knew of the coming October darkness

when no longer would the water escape the wind

gentle sunlight sparkling a steady call to roaming sailors

we watched from the window wrapped in a blanket

the warmth of your breathing on the nape of my neck

blessed to be there in the safety of your loving embrace

my seashell kisses a necklace you’d wear against your skin

your song stirred me and the tree branches bowed to your beauty

and I couldn’t blame them for it reflected into mine own eyes, too

the way that your voice hung as low as departing red leaves

soothing and shifting to the beat of the time in my soul

a part of me today was given to you complete

like a song or a sonnet with all the lines and beats

I knew it as it passed before me on its short way

still clinging as it did to the waves dip and sway