all that matters

…traces of blue in your eyes.

your face made out of memory,

your hair - out of yarn.

the wind blows through your heart.

as I have lost my compass,

 the time crawls, exploring alternatives.

 all the mirrors shattered

in the clap of a blind echo.

in the silky cloak of the wind

 a touch is wrapped,

it brushes against my skin

and this is all that matters

~c:NKO 1/6/13