In the furnace of your form my blood flows, in the air of dreaming
you are the weather for aloneness
--a shadow sings in the water's depths for you, to the rhythm of my heart
and in your gaze my eyes are quiet from the music
borne by light's breath
in the sky and in the darkness.
Tonight I gather your form,
the echo of your mouth at the core of a forgotten song
--and I embrace you.