Just When

Second Draft
Just when I thought you had forgotten me,
you returned in a midnight dream:
Your coffee hair drank in the cotten sheets,
your saphire eyes danced upon the pillow.

Just when you thought your name was lost,
the chamomile drapes whispered it to Spica.
Your name was written in the jet stream,
along the everlasting ecliptic.

Just when your touch became a shadow,
it rose from midnight's ash.
Pennywhistle ravens pondered the river's
edge and magpies stole your song.

The door has opened, and there you are.
Your lightening breath, a forgotten September breeze.
Your hand, an autumn leaf upon the moon,
opens the door of night. Silent sands return.