In your most voiceless cover
are undertones which vex me
Yet I do not regret
for they are too yesterday
Your very air chases me
with the beauty of its freedom
Centuries have been spent
being haunted
by your hums and knocks on my heart
Such a strange, surreal sorrow
And as the earth lifts and falls with its waters
I dream of star filled eyes
and glasses once the color of roses