The sky looks so
tangible and soft as
the storm clouds mingle,
casting spells and creating shadows,
conversing of past adventures and tragedies.

I follow the life lines of the sky and realize
this world will be ending soon.
Or perhaps,
it is my death
that is imminent.
A promise lingering on the horizon between
day and night,
dark and light.

Yet I know,
even through death,
hellfire and flame,
I will find you and together
we will cast spells
and create shadows.

I look at my palm and read
the letters of your name
in the heart lines
on my hand.