A Poem A Day, Poem #27

it's spring and the soft light that surrounds you here
in these heart places i have formed around those
soft bird-like memories are chirping away at the
clouds for radiances to share with the angels in
your hair, with the gods of memory tripping over
the roots of the trees that we have planted in our
bellies for later rainbows, for somewhere silences
where time is forgetful and we are still young and
in love