we meet before the darkening thunder
over all the silence that the moon
and the stars spread on the earth
fields as far as the eye can see
mist surrounding the house
our hands form a circle and i remember
the fire crackling
the red bicycle with the saddle too high
lying in the grass near the gravel path
winding between the trees towards the clouds
torn in the shade of the hills
the streets and hands the earth i am the sky
and before i wake up we throw dust into the fire
and in a last embrace we murmur words
that we forget immediately
and our hearts lean at the windows of our eyes
the morning brings the glowing light of embers
and the last curls of smoke between the ashes