Your secret thoughts, I thought I knew
like hands (ever) attached to ends of wrist,
your hands like hammers or flowers stapled
to their stems (depending on your mood)
The road behind our house, they've changed it
with steel machines, flagged deflectors; every
footstep you ever left there after rains
will never guide me to the canyons.
On warmer evenings, moths appear, I think
I know them too. How familiar light, the tempting
flames that blind you, make you mindless
of nothing else but beauty.
In time, the hillside blooms, each bud lit up
like stars across the shadowed valley,
the dazzle of their lives remind me
of what I've yet to find.
like hands (ever) attached to ends of wrist,
your hands like hammers or flowers stapled
to their stems (depending on your mood)
The road behind our house, they've changed it
with steel machines, flagged deflectors; every
footstep you ever left there after rains
will never guide me to the canyons.
On warmer evenings, moths appear, I think
I know them too. How familiar light, the tempting
flames that blind you, make you mindless
of nothing else but beauty.
In time, the hillside blooms, each bud lit up
like stars across the shadowed valley,
the dazzle of their lives remind me
of what I've yet to find.
