lamps wore away
at the dark
sparrows dream songs
within the walls
beneath summer sun
share the shadow
of a brolly with you
within its soft circle
we’ll listen to the rain
in each other
bells hold onto
all the peals struck
from the dark
of their bodies
a forever home for shadows
hung in the wind
that whips whispers
from their stillness
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
you were the wren
that led me
through the reeds
that stroked my sides
feathered my face
share the snowfall
from a streetlight with you
shoulders dusted with shine
you’re the last light of the year
the late light of the day
that touches the old fire
that still clings to the tips of the trees
in my haunted park
I’ve been out watching moths
wings made from buddleia petals
brains the ghosts of embers
edges still lit
threads a fuse
I think of the shadows we could have created
floorboards laid together
the seams of dark between us
thick with spilled stars
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
the ones
who hollow you out
leave a cave
for another
to place
a candle in
heart a grate
full with ash
carried out
to the garden
on a warm
windy night
your flame throws bird shadows
over the walls of my heart
that have never known sky