sparrows dream songs
within the walls
don’t know how
to write about you anymore
I’ll let silence sing
the ones
who hollow you out
leave a cave
for another
to place
a candle in
my heart
more cave and cavity now
waiting for the collapse
I sunbathed
in your shadow
I write to you
to keep you near me
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
you are the stained light
staining the stone
the church ceiling
crumbled into cabbage whites
shadows shattered
into black butterflies
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
you’re the drafts of dusk
that sifts the rusty rafters
songlines become sighlines
you’re the leaves that foxtrot
with the tatters of a plastic bag
in the blustery corner of my deserted courtyard
become young again
twirled by the world-weary wind
that still remembers how to dance
just before the kiss
push me back into the world
like ghosts do
when the living get too close
the scent of skin
too much
they push away
because they long too much
for what they’ve lost
they want you too stay
in the world
you because
you don’t want to hold
what will be lost
the white of a waterfall
the moon hiding half its face