Nascent sky

Subtlest hues merging with the horizon.
A barely perceivable saline-breeze
skimming the surface of the calm sea
bearing the fading cry of a morning bird
from the nascent morning sky.

“I will always remember you,
and you will remember me,
just as we will remember
the evening,
the rain on the windows,
and all the things
we’ll always have
because
we cannot possess them”.
-from the fictional work “Brida”