connections (you are)
often, late at night
i have heard whisperings of starsongs
promises yet to be kept
and bright lights
set out alone in an infinity of black
loneliness comes in the waiting
for the rain to come to her garden
each tiny flower bearing tears like raindrops
mourning star on the horizon
whisper “goodbye” still on the wind
in her garden all is silent
blurred image
sun wind time rain and forget
have bleached it white
(forgotten star)
left for morning
can you hear the wind blow?
across these barren dreams
through windows and crags and clouds of rain
leaving nothing
fading to rust
twenty four years gone in one afternoon
one night spent alone
shivering from the cold
sometimes (to me)
the moon speaks in tongues
(dripping up)
on nights when its clear enough to see the future
silverflecks
dancing across the walls surrounding me
set out alone in an infinity of black
