Our Two Souls Among This Nature
by Esemel Valles
As his soft whisper, and
Words of his past crept
Back and forth in my brain,
He was looking ahead
Not at me.
I followed his line of sight
To the Horizon.
Waves more green than blue
Gentle waves like the waves of hair framing his face.
The white foam seeping into a pebbly beach,
Black sand.
I wondered what he was thinking
As he told me about his father who left them
"I'll be a better father, and husband"
Did he think his life would ever less grey?
Than the clouds watching over that sea?
Than the sky watching over those clouds?
Tears like the fresh dew on the overly green grass.
Springtime was hardly springtime
When the cold wind bit at my cheekbones