the hinges of your heart
sprinkles rust like pollen
as the dark wind of your blood
squeezes through its doors
left ajar
star charts
blueprints
for starlings
beneath summer sun
share the shadow
of a brolly with you
within its soft circle
we’ll listen to the rain
in each other
sunlight and midnight
lines the inside
of our chests
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
your flame throws bird shadows
over the walls of my heart
that have never known sky
words brighter
than the paper
they scar
glass the gatekeeper
asks the sky
if they’re on the list
you are the stained light
staining the stone
the church ceiling
crumbled into cabbage whites
shadows shattered
into black butterflies
in another field
skylarks sleep
wings taking root
in the earth
a draft drifts
through your fingers
fields of grass
tickles your palms
muzzle of a dog
wet for a walk
dandelions detonate
within your dreams
sky wakes you
sings through
the letterbox
I won’t speak to you again
I will still sing to you
songs white as whispers
same frequency as ghosts
don’t know how
to write about you anymore
I’ll let silence sing
rings made from rainfall