I am the wind

you are the ash,

the gust swept remains of a long awaited death.

 

I am the world warmed,

thanking the dawn after a long

visionless night,

 

I am that rejoicing bird

flying over your grave.

 

I am the sun,

setting above the black valleys

from where I rose - the lightness 

you couldn't hold,

 

you were the darkness exposed.