Anniversary

So the light falls, and so it fell on branched leaved with flocking birds. Loght stole a citys weight to swell the coloured lofe of stone. Your words hung weightless in my ear: Remember me. All words except those words were drowned in the fresh babbling rush of spring. In summer's dream-filled light one sound echoed through all the whispering galleries of green: Remember me. Rods of light point home the flocking starlings to wintry trees, and turn stone into golden ochre, locking the orbit of my pain. I learn the weight of light and stone. Remember me.