Inside my bones I carry words of you. <br />Dusk is oblivious to everything but blue. <br />My hand is tracing what is left of light, <br />Dancing westward upon the rim of sight. <br /> <br />A few warm whispers now are left to shine <br />Of all the treasured letters that were mine. <br />The mood we shared is slipping out of place <br />To glitter like a minaret in space. <br /> <br />No matter that your winter went too far <br />For me to reach by caravans of stars. <br />Solace is printed on my windowpane, <br />In case your poem comes this way again. <br /> <br />Previously published, The World Poets Quarterly, China<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inside-my-bones-i-carry-words-of-you/
