For My Ever Un-Intended

I remember this,
the far side of dreamland
where the trees sway;
where the wind blows cycles
of slate into grey into

the colorless promise of white
stretched out across my sleeves.
Where the smoke twists
like words
between finger and mouth

left chapped, cracked, blood
dry on chin in chocolate brown.
Here I remember your lipstick smile--
your curls in honey amber seared,
a voice defined as bells

or fear for that,
the final funeral knell of friends.
Where all that passed before is gone,
unknown,
as the butterflies

of Babylon before the fall.

AKL Dec 2005