Once,
I heard you sing...

your whisper (when it made the sky quiver)
was like a lonely dancer...

your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...

I thought I knew
my place in the world...

You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...

Within the colours and contours
that shape us, your words were like a cure...

The stars in your eyes, staring like the sky
into my glass and mercury - through steam to defy...

In darkness shivering stark and cold,
you rise to walk with blackened soles...

In water and echoes,
I swim and swallow...

In the sun, the shining sun,
you in your glittering fun...