flashbacks of you
I browse endlessly
through the pages
of my memory
inquiring all of you
in the luminous light
of the silver blue moon
I find many an angel
but
it’s your eyes I’m seeking
your mouth, your hands
and through the window
the Southern Cross
caresses the night
and in her light
I find you
*
on the empty pillow
beside my own
***
©AvdL 2015