how love was

the running sky above,
seems impatient,
trying to get to where
it needs go
before nightfall.

wrapped loosely
in garlands of pink,
a tangled ribbon of blues.
nowhere is there
a sun to see.

it's below us now, but
the clouds go swiftly
in the remaining light,
as we gaze in wonder,

and watch as if for
the first time, this
earthly magic,
like how love was
between me and you.