and maybe this is the way
i’ll learn to love again
through fogged-up glasses,
the secrets the wind tell.

when it’s raining outside
(this month, it has been)
when i’m camped out
on my bedroom floor,
i want to be found, but not now.

not by you.
not when i don’t know what i want to do,
yet.

the secrets the wind carries away.
the lifting of the
weight.

There is the same moon outside the hut
The windows and the hole in the roof
Bring the same moonlight
But all rays look different
Some shaded, some bright
Some make shadows; some come as beams of arrows
The same sun rises and sets down in the west
As the earth revolves in madness
Spinning like a drunken dancer
But no two mornings and evenings are the same
No two stars look the same each night
No two breezes are one
So is my love
Every night is a new life
A new love song