we live in shadow-
lands, our minds
moss avenues,
cradled like a child,
i wonder where the air
draws her breath,
hair wind-blown with gazing
at a far-flowing sea,
eyes duskier than a rose
in the unsettled night,
whisper me your dreams
that i may find you again
boy of love,
whisper me something sweet
for the hate in this
world tears me apart,
the quiet night
scatters the seeds
of the dark,
scatters us to this
north wind
that plays in the
dry-grass ruins
of my heart,
dream of a white
rose, lying near
me on this
windy path,
that leads to the
sea, damp
with wet sand,
i thought i'd
see you, but
all i saw were
the shadow-
lands.