Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Weightless,

shed yesterday by the riverside,

spin together

your dreams like fireflies,

breathe deeply from

the space between stars

and lose them

in a smoke-cloud,

if such wisdom as that

which could have averted

your own tragedy

dwelled beyond inflections doorstep,

perhaps I too, could plunge

like a stone thrown in anger,

beneath the surface,

alongside your

memory