when you're young love comes easy
words pour out of you
aimless and hungry
like embers that would that
the world caught fire
but leave only holes in your heart
you walk out on the morrow
feeling raw
like a shadow leftover
of nights that went on
and you walk and you hope
and you find your way home
but home wasn't home until I met you
our first apartment was a second floor
way up the eastern face of the valley in
las Nieves
we drank coffee watching
the darker ridge turn red
and the calm that had slept
on the city below
came up to meet us and past
driving ahead of it the mists so thick
there were nights we couldn't see the floor
from our window you watch me
walk down the street
till I turn the corner
to the bus
that brings me down
with the light
into the day
and
though apart
a song rises
then
and still
like a season's first sign
like a bird broken free
like a curtain in love with a candle
