"The sun looked like a lemon drop melting into bright blue skies"... (water color commisioned for a Princess)

i lie distilled in
softened sand
nothing in my
head but hands
nothing in my
hands but head
of faithful
and forgotten
thread

a husk with peel
and core removed
nothing sacred
nothing smooth
i tried until
i lost my best
but lying, shining
yellow zest;
scraped from me
as I was thrown
to wander tired
scared, alone.

my love like
suns, shine
behind storms
i know is there
but cannot warm
the sky I see
on this today
has frightened
all the love away

return to me
please, sweetened time
when I was child
and love divine,
return my body
and my sun
return to me
my only one
i lay on beaten sands
and yet cannot
turn back,
lest i forget
that long as we continue
i
exist as grey tornadic
sky.
return to me
that love I had
when days of meaning
only had
a sun that shined as
yellow drops
of lemon juice
sweet to my cup
and skies above
like I once knew
promised wonder
-a purer blue.

nothing in my
hands but head
and nothing in my
head but heart
yet I and dream
not far apart…