a window from the afternoon dreams the evening
nomad, again the wind’s eye is asking to see you
bound as you are by the chords pulled down from the sky
afternoon’s restless discussion scatters
the years are pulled taut as strings
and it is frightening not to know
what these days will sound like at the end
night unwraps itself then bliss
the heart of me works
no one is known or seen
here I am adrift in the sky empty,
the strings now languid, draped loosely
I’m in love with you here
Sunday night and silence
you’re starless, wonder-filled
a full realization
why wouldn’t I thrashing and rapt
imagine you as a cool night, a gift
this amazement
you’re a promise thrown over the railing
dark to dark, a pen writing back to me
as it falls against the sky
this is you, in love with a world you cannot see—
listen: the world promised it would be yours and it was yours