my thoughts echo down upon silent wings
fluttering on the edge of utterance only briefly
set to disappear on the heat of expelled breath

they emerge fully formed on the daylight side of reality
far removed from their stone cold birth
and far from what i beheld when setting them loose
their meanings malformed into mystery
and they ellude me with swift confusion

the sounds uttered
transient upon the heavy air
swiftly seeks shelter in her mind
and in her eyes i see these ideas form
and grow like a forest of troubled thoughts
through which i can hope little for path or passage

the leaves drift downward
in a silent symphony of movement
as morning becomes substantial to my senses
its heavy air laden with rain
we spent the night in eachothers arms
very little spoken
waiting for daylight to reveal something
our eyes could not find in each other

the dawn hangs low on the horizon
shaded by the years
into the dark corners
where the shadows dance upon the leaves
the sounds reach me and through them i learn
through them change is possible

she is gone these years