That Bridge

Sparks fly
far away from here

Times never to be commemorated
or celebrated

Closing
that bridge
of laughter then
to now

Its echo
heavier
than I can carry

Citrine December

Citrine unwraps
two sides
of turning mirrors
where they threaten

Rain whispers
tangerine, peridot

Reasoning with
my uncharted paths

  

Distant Valleys

Farther and wider

Distant valleys
open memories

To rearrange more space

Connecting shapes
among the colors lifting

Me toward you again