solar flare

you were born in a solar flare
quiet and soft, no one knew you were there.
our sun threw down light
warm slices through hair,
we left our seats and held tight
to the edge of the air.

you sat very still
and we stood up there high
the wind held its breath
as the sun heaved a sigh

all distracted with protons
we came down from the rooftop
the shafts from the window shone
heavy with dust mots;

the tunnels of sun beam caught the disturbed air
that spun when we spoke or thought we could hold it there.

you kept to the corners.
knowing that it meant more
if we discovered you
but we did not discover you.
no, we did not discover you.

oh Love,
and we sat talking and
playing with sunbeams and
I left with protons and
neutrons and
heavy ions and


now shadows of sun fall on the end of my bed,
I realise I saw you in the hall before I left