Footsteps

the door is open but the mouth is still

as meltwater finds the base of the mountain

unspoken words leave us slipping through space

faster than thought itself, erasing into the music

of sapphire stars in the heart of the petrified forest

the morning after a sleepless night

dark lance of the heron, each wing turning

cast in silence, as we dance with the wind

in the foyer of the broken cathedral

fallout whipping at our weary heads

the land as barren as the narcissist's art

and how would I have known you

I remembered the wild bird we kept for a season

how she eventually left without hesitation

and the footprints that went out into nothing

I can no longer think of anything but night

the riotous wind going towards the islands

and your face in the light