What happens after sunset.

Called out was I by the huey whispy rays and warmest autumn wind. Maybe there's a feeling of walking barefoot on my very close-to-home blacktop that will always make me feel ageless, and most hopeful. The dry wind hugged my hot wet cheeks, and I looked up and trusted, because God is the only thing inside my life that is outside of time, and how comforting it was to be mindful of Him in a moment like this.

I don't always go searching for the moments and days and anniversaries, but often they come to me, reminding me by feelings and signs that they are at my doorstep. Last year I wanted just to slow dance with you under the sky and moon... and I must say, I have learned a certain way to live with the pain and the longing, but it feels like my heart beat once from last year to today, and my desires rest just as heavy and strong, and hoping. I wondered how I'd ever look up and see the moon, and not think of my love for you. Well, I have discovered I don't have to stop thinking of it, because it was good and real, and you are good and real, and that's no reason to be sad.

I hope and believed so hard that you were somewhere enjoying the sky and warmest beautiful breeze, someplace happy, even if I have long left your mind. How glad it makes me trusting you are still touched by beauty; that's what I wish for you with all my whole heart. A moment untouched by time, where you feel love and rest and can think of everything beautiful.

But I also know that love is the whole sky, and not just the sunsets. But once they sky turned grey tonight and dark started to fall, I still longed for you. You are the one I want to hold through the nights and foggy times, and wait to watch the magic sunrises and sunsets. But holding doesn't always mean in one's arms, and watching can happen not always side by one's side...