a moment of lightning

I always thought of you in the twilight of winter

when

purple skies glowed with the aftermath of the winter sun.

Books askew upon my desk that were  bathed in time

ran through my dreams that  began long before I knew you,

long before the wheels of my soul touched the earth.

Winter wool and patterns from memories long before I was born

flew through the wings of a swan from an eternal moment

that held its breath

before i could speak.

Then,

before a pause ,

before moments and seconds were born,

I found within a raindrop the whisper of the wind

and hemmingway lost in an icelandic dream.

Lives intertwined and weaved in destinies we could not see.

Paths crossed then made their own pattern

into places only the seagulls knew.

One moment before hemmingway and your sagas collided,

keats ran through the world of jane eyre

and wuthering heights stole the poetry of shakespeare before we could speak,

before the sky improvised matisse,

before it all spiraled into moments of leaving and pain.

The sea wove songs for you and stared into the blue of your eyes,

a swirl of sand upon a beach,

a seal wondering if it had wings to fly,

and then you

holding my eyes in a moment when lightning ran through the snow.