You don't know if she's watching

August 8, 2015 2:17PM

You don’t know if she’s watching,
Listening,
An owl blinking through phosphors
Twined.

Eyes stream along the filters
Blurred.

And you wait in silver soft-ripe
Silence
Knowing that all things
Fail In waves salted
Stoned,
Breaking.

Your heart is stuffed and thin,
Acres of sand blown, wounded,
Ceremoniously ready for a
Rift and Acres,
Grieving down…

She waits all silken and
Cocooned,
Lifting silt from dreams washed
Riven-stitched and tapping
White to Life.