it's nighttime
a door closes
the colors of the moon climb
over the prairie where a heart was
we could have slept there
satellites falling one by one
a storm rolls in
windows slam shut
the house sinks into the forest
failure rising between the boards
is it wrong to love one's ghosts
to hear their off-key songs
escaping
wobbling like a theremin
into the blind-black beyond
where God once left us
she passed through it all without strings
just wading into the galaxy
and i
stranded without language
like a butterfly in awe and
pinned against the wall
I won't leave
not until it is day again
one more streak
another burst in the sky
a dance
a lark
not until joy rattles the house
About the Creator
Timothy James Lane
Sea Ghost
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