in this other world beyond wall and waking dream the sun flickers out; amidst the stars' perfect light the moon rises in darkness
thoughts scatter like leaves like words, strewn far and drying now that you are gone autumn settles in at last and the world's feet are heavy
yet the stars still shine. by their light I bring those leaves together again— as you wrote because of me so I write because of you.
a whisper of snow upon the last breath of spring unheard by summer I watched the frost turn to dew and thought of your thin smile
a rustle of sheets a foot comes loose to dangle in the humid air despite the sweat and silence a dream proceeds, unconcerned
today we both found the cat beneath the dumpster how familiar to see their extended hand met with impervious eyes
birds startled awing dashed across the glowing skies like scattered inkblots these things that I cannot word I crumble another page
their easy laughter the glimmering of their mind like sun through stained glass I wonder if I see them or if through them, I see you