This is an original poem set to video.
Lavender Sky
The late evening sky is lavender
lavender and heavy with clouds,
clouds press down onto my breath,
the sky catches the streetlights
leftover sunshine
and burning candles in dark bedrooms.
There is something in the words you say,
they make me turn
and shiver
and smile with the gilded possibilities.
Like a secret we pass to each other
through our knitted gloves
I feel the heat, the warmth,
of your blood fever flowing,
and the secret is then not so heavy.
You don’t know that when I see you
When I look into your eyes
The world, my face, looks the same
as when looking at this lavender sky.
