gone
long before
daylight
the smooth coolness
of a white sheet

a stranger in the crowd

the sweetness
in the call of one bird
amidst the flock
was also in the voice
of a stranger in the crowd

the moments
we spent together
raindrops
falling into the river
and being swept away

after he'd gone
I left the windows
open
to let the wind and rain
into my dreams

that wild exuberance
I couldn't capture it
and so
I've never said
a word about it

I said I wanted
to explore the dark side
in the early hours
waking to the brightness
of the harvest moon

eye of the storm
I find myself romantically
becalmed
while all around me
are being shipwrecked

as the sky shades
deeper and deeper blue
tiny lights
in the windows
of an incoming plane

bitter cold
the path that used to be
safe and familiar
threatens to bring me down
with every step