Through the Windowpanes
Look…
Only a few strands of light rise to the surface.
That amorphous vision…
My heart shines through murky water,
And she strains her eyes to see the bottom.
Doubt lingers on fallen trees,
Where intimacy hangs in the air like a noose,
Swaying…
Parted lips fall like raindrops on my face,
Mystic droplets ripple the surface,
And my reflection rises like a tiny flame.
How can the ocean return the moonlight’s favor?
We were set adrift and now wash up on sandy shores.
But each time I come back to that tired universe,
Crystalline stars and galaxies stand frozen in time:
A hazel dome containing silver stretches of life
That reach out to me.
Flawless infinity on white canvas,
The outer edges pool up with tears
As I get sucked deeper and deeper
Into the black hole pupil at the center.
I will wait for you at ocean’s edge.
I’ll skip sandy shells across rolling mountains,
And watch my footprints dissolve into nothing.
I will wait in the shadowed glen,
Lie under the bleeding willow,
In the shade of the effigial past.
I will count the diamonds in your eyes
As the rain beats hard on the windowpanes.
