the cry of church bells
across the city
serpents of scent
wrapped round your wrists
worn away with waking
you speak in song
sing to the robin
about how your heart
rusted red
the susurrus
of your lost
long song
the smoke
of my soul
fairy lights flickered
when no one was watching
woodsmoke curled to sleep
in the grass
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
I miss the tenderness
of being near you
your body soaked
in star and sea light
the sighs
from stroked shores
a cobweb of strings
poured from the cross
that control our limbs
I wonder if the candle
is sucking smoke
back into its body
snow leopard
born from a dead fire
after snow
sprinkled its spell
upon it
fur of flint
so cold
you don’t spark
the ghost of green
haunts your eyes
as you haunt the mountains
everything is ash
fire whispers to you
in your dreams
you haunt the mountains
of my mind
carry secrets through storms
piss upon rocks
the scent of smoke
no matter how long it takes
endure the cold stare of stars
find my fire
let us see green again
by looking into each other’s eyes
your flame throws bird shadows
over the walls of my heart
that have never known sky
light a candle
with me
all night
we’ll watch
the lowering
of the flag
of its flame
leaves become
same colour
as the fire
that made them fall
ghosts aren’t only
what has been
they’re also
what never happened
echo of songs
never sung
never listened to