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