you always, why then ever
night behind a curtain?
the sight of you, only
highest treetops in the final light.
fled the sun, you hide the moon.
even if evenings fill star lights,
chart of your astronomical heart.
why do you become a dream only?
empty, my voice the silence, lament
your name written in skin tones.
my eyes your eyes unfolding mere sights,
open hands hold solitary wishes.
i am dark. you are darkness.
between us some light endless with
shadow, neither hot cold nor us.
needing sails, the wind is elsewhere.
grief lament? you aren't supposed to
be here, idle as passengers, factual
like mirrors. still. nothing is lost,
though none has been gained. painful.
the night you ever are, hiding
behind a curtain. i cannot see you,
only the failing light at last, high
in the final treetops' fading.
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