words brighter
than the paper
they scar
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’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
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 poplars are still
silver shivers inside
ripples repeating themselves
within the pillars
of their trunks
miss the sea glass
crumbling sunlight
in your eyes
knowing fire
through the smoke
of your songs
the tantrums
of your tenderness
how your steps
slowed
to match mine
worn away with waking
you speak in song
sing to the robin
about how your heart
rusted red
a cobweb of strings
poured from the cross
that control our limbs
your heart
more scar than tissue now
you’re scarring the scars
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
glass the gatekeeper
asks the sky
if they’re on the list
stilled by all the sunlight
held in your skin
daylight crashes
against the skylight
woodsmoke laces the air
with the cream
of its song