The beyondness of things

Today is a new day

for falling in love with words all over again.

I chose the title of this post

because I am

sitting in bed listening to a piece of music

with that title.

I know I've heard it in a movie somewhere,

but can I remember?

No.

Out the attic window the sky is a

perfect powder blue.

To town then with my sister for lunch and

before that a trip to the hairdresser to get

soft curls in my hair.

I'll wear a flower in them, perhaps,

and silver bangles on my wrist.

Pretend winter isn't crouching behind the door.

Think pretty fragile thoughts

and dream of air

that is laced with the scent of cinnamon.

Hear you saying again to me

* I lost you once,

and I will never let that happen again.*

Beyond the beyondness of things,

I'll hold you in my heart.

Like a Christmas bauble,

fragile~ gentle,

of course.