your lips that color the night sky
in deep layers of black…
your animal spirit running
through fields in the moonlight…
the taste of your flesh,
your blood on my chin…
the howl and the hoot,
and then the great stillness…
the earth shakes and tremors,
great waves rise from the sea…
and the wind itself lonesome,
fumbles with the latch to your door..
the snow fast approaching,
the last fire fed by you!
can you hear me calling?
the whisper, the moan?
or am i only an old train,
running empty on tracks leading nowhere?
do you even know my name?
the tracks beneath your eyes,
be they tears, or my coming…
gone in an instant,
fire leaves nothing to remember!