i scattered flowers
in her

hair (they

always
seemed to wane
with the moon

doves
decay in gutters;
their ghosts dart
across your greedy
eyes.

i don’t know why
her eyes
why she soars over plains
and mountainsides

almost
to hold me, almost to say
goodbye.

i don’t know why
her eyes
drown in moons,
puddle in the rain;

in my heart so tirelessly
reside.

upwards open
stringed spirals
spring close to
you.

you purred
with the humming.

unspeakable you:
outlined in charcoal,
shaded in graphite,

the world shifts when
you siphon your
pain.

the world whirs when
you call my name.

foggy inclines, green saplings
and pines: you always loved
the water.

you long for
elsewhere, but
the currents stirred and

you swept into the fir.

Entangled in an ivy mass,
Surrounded by the lush long grass,
Some purple flowers show their heads,
Inbetween eternal beds.

On the graves, people weep,
On the people deep in sleep,
People live and people die,
After death it's here they lie.

Trust the dead and do not fear,
Their hearts and souls are always near
They do not live deep underground,
It's inside you that love is found.

the rains
gather in lines across
your skin.

they wave
like faraway leaves;

they flutter and circle
me; they float out of
reach;

they
brown
in the sodden soil.