Far & tucked away
A dream comes to its perfect end
I wake to glimpse the morning side of day.
Frost-shroud windowglass
Obscures the toes & heads & napes
& lips emitting puffs of heat that float.
Each one a loving,
Living, locomotive: booted,
Capped, scarved, kissed. Bundled they trundle & trudge.
Cobblestone covered,
A wedding cake with buttercream,
As chimneys sing grey ballads to the sky.
Quilted savannah,
Patchwork pleasance, soft velvet stones
& hanging golden tassels: lustrous braids.
Subtle crackling, low,
A murmur, dancing blaze within
The gaping vast & yawning maw of brick.
Lately I tumble
off the coattails of a prayer
and lie between lucidity & sleep.
I am fully roused
by the entry of the one who
shatters the adequacy of this song.
I am awake now,
In this, my paradise contrived.
I see the truth in a featureless face.
I cannot without
Having have a depth as deep as
You: ruin of song, heartbeat, my fair hope.
One day perhaps we’ll
Smile & sing and remember this
When we’ve abandoned being more than one.
Then, as I breathe in,
My favorite vessel will take
Me on shimmering glass tearfully back.
Our true history,
A lovingsong by One more fit,
Will break this & leave me thanking silence.
Published in the 2009 issue of the Lee Review.
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