These things keep us alive

That procession of wind.
A shimmer of colors in the mind.
I died at some gentle touch.
I drowned in the magic of your eyes.

That false complaint.
The storm-wind painted bright.
I glimpsed anklets on crimson feet.
I wore your tender, careless love.

That lonely sky.
A fistful of blue.
I came to some bustling city.
I heard news of your arrival.

That distant mountain.
The whim of quicksand.
I touched some river flowing old.
I raised a banner of joy in your name.

That sun-soaked day.
An emblem of happiness in the heart.
I reveled in some gesture of living.
I lived a thousand years for you.