Today you have loved

Here is dusk. 

And you feel you have done nothing.

But you kissed a forehead,

did you not?

whispering from your soul,

over and over.

You gave the neon light of sunrise 

to another's eyes,

opening

to find you

there,

spoke the lightning of birdsong

with a rising chest,

yours,

and said words

that will never disappear.

The devout pearl of the sun 

curtseys pink into a bed of clouds

and here is dusk.

Transparent maybe, or sparkling somewhere,

no small thing is to be part of the evermore -

you told of love,

you loved.

LJ Ireton, 2024