Skywriting

“skywriting”

you don’t speak anymore,
but you hold your breath,
and I time my breaths with yours.
i hold you while you sleep.

your eyes speak fables, stories, fairy tales,
paint pictures of Aesop’s words,
and i try to look on with you while you skywrite in your mind.

you paint purple clouds that streak across the expansive orange serengeti sky.
i tell you not to forget to dream the zebras.
otherwise the colors of the sky won’t seem as deep.

and i’ll be there when you wake up from tanzania.
and if not, I’ve just gone walking.
not so much walking as trying to figure out the clearest route to escape into your mind.