i.
the stars do not shine
loneliness presses the air
into a tangle of last years withered
leaves,
loneliness in summer leaves
that whisper to a grey moon
a song of regret.
ii.
dreams of midnight,
cool rain,
songs more alive
than this low-roofed night.
iii.
teardrops like the ghostly moon, lost
against the heart that
flutters like a dark sky
breathing stars.
iv.
the mottled horizon
pools into greys,
tender eyed with
soft sadness,
in these dim hours when silence
cloaks the woods and
human laughter disappears
we sink against the softer sky
and the slow fade of moon and
long for dream, for everything
to reawaken and unwind.
v.
we are swimmers heading as far
out as we can get. surreal silver
stars, opening like flowers,
refusing to drown.