golden trumpets
~
there's this photo i have of you
standing under a yellow-blooming tree
a riot of gold and green
and thee, my love
and thee
~
when i look at this picture now
i can see
you had one foot in each world
you were slowly fading away
from me
~
i did not understand it then
i could not save you
could not keep
i could only hold you
my heart
my soul
~
i could only
pray, and beg, and weep
gnash my teeth
from bended knee
~
you were all the beauty
i'd ever need
in that moment i caught
of thee
of thee
~
in the sun
in the shade
of that glorious tree
~
azuki lynn














