Soft butterfly wings
Caught upon a spider's web -
Entangled the heart

my eyes aren't open yet, but i know i'm here.
my breath is irregular, i hold my breath in impatience;
i've no choice but to exist for the day.
my breath is impatient, and my mind is too.
i need to go, go, go, go, go, go.
i imagine going
until it's too late.

on this hill a poet can see how
the tip of the forest is the dance-floor for light, how
silent sediments don't notice our steps
yes, there are mythologies of darkness in the bracket (some are ready to take the plunge) but
I am here to watch the evening simmering, the light letting go of itself
the tide of sight attuned with the air discarded by trees
my bones run in a depth even when time calls a truce with itself

I hold breath before the expanse.

Past the ups and downs
and struggle for air,
the magic of the blue lake
the barren mountains rising around
root me to the ground.

Lovelier than all the dreams
I had of her
all the colours
I painted my imagination with
she arrests my heart
in the way
I found no word for.

I feel her once
and she remains fulfilling for ever.

The day thins out
my eyes blur
in the thought of her.