i think of you
in shades of yellow.
seen in the dust
floating
through the slice of sun
cutting through the door
and falling gently 
on the carpet.
hot chocolate
on a hard day–
the bouquet of a
roaring fire–
the scent of snow
on christmas morning.
i hear you in the
tinkling of bells
and the sound of
swords swinging.
an undulating warrior’s cry,
though tears never fall.
you’re the flash of light
from a watch face
catching wild.
i think of you
in shades of gold.