light's calling you heed
rising ever above
scarcity and abundance

its a dizziness
we pain to outgrow
thirsting for purer sources
itself submerges us

pulled along your wake
we leave our face
pearling in your hands

'and the rest is silence'

whence too we initiated
our fare
before coming to rest
before facing the rest
of silence
we never left

wherever
always rising with stone
evened in dust
always
rising with mist
grounded in clouds
wherever

is this mounting
descending
is this winding
unwinding
staircase of echoes
where voices relapse
behind closed doors
now that it is still
now that it is dull

behind closed doors
we opened and closed
to footfalls of light
that treaded our day
through uneasy sleep
traced back our way
home to oblivion
of names redeemed

visions crack
beyond repair

moonrise above granite
entranced with prayers

in the falling twilight
cypresses recite
random passages
of cooler winds

somewhere beyond
closing seasons
untempered skies
there must be a garden
where we too could bring
our belated hour
to crimson blooming