In front of the window grow
towering houses, boulder teeth
eating away at the blue cloth
hung to dry between clouds
grey the hands
covering your eyes
In front of the window grow
towering houses, boulder teeth
eating away at the blue cloth
hung to dry between clouds
grey the hands
covering your eyes
Rearranging the folds
of night around me
I nestle the birds of my mind
down into the blanket void
smoothing black feathers
until in their gloss the stars ignite
raven dreams rustling, spilling
quiet glitter across
the bed of my little universe
Follow the flight of birds
into autumn
breathe in moss
exhale first snow
and catch falling leaf-fire
in your bare hands
Twilight bats dancing by the lake
in the sunset hour, dark wings
soaking up the autumn blue
tasting of steel and forgotten smoke
eclipsing the moon
touching falling clouds
their black silhouette notations
spelling out sleepy thoughts
of days slowing down
I keep dreaming
of that one strange room
at the top of the house
a room I keep forgetting
so it’s left unused
once in a while in a dream
I remember it and enter
go through what’s found there
trying to understand why
the giant space is unused
maybe it’s where dreams are stored