sunlight and midnight
lines the inside
of our chests
the scars from our dreams
sew us together
light soaked into
a longed-for letter
never sent
never written
don’t know how
to write about you anymore
I’ll let silence sing
the cry of church bells
across the city
serpents of scent
wrapped round your wrists
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
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
to know light from my pages
reflected into your face
sunk into the sea glass of your eyes
to know light from your face
snowed blossom into the dark
of my words
dandelions
became sunflowers
heads bowed
by the weight
of their manes
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
sky packed too tight
bruised blue
needs to split itself open
thunder the wedge
hammered into the heart
of the stone
of the sky
songs soft as September
whispers through the grass
I won’t speak to you again
I will still sing to you
songs white as whispers
same frequency as ghosts