shooting star with the strangest ending :: eyes of the living

 

hands unravel

wheelbarrow topples

soul rejoices in flame

 

shapes created by the gods of pine—

             ships on a cliff

             a cross without arms

 

on which side of my skin is sky

 

i dream of hundreds of broken windows

and of she who reveals

the stone in my heart

 

will there be a brief moment, infinite,

            to take this in—

i have gone the great distance bound in one skin

 

singing to be alone and not alone        sweep sweep my aging path

 

how the cave where we could see really see there are openings

became the star

i hold inside

 

how strange that nowhere should be nearby :: like the wound in my sip of wine

 

my sun is not substance but naked :: to the infinite shadows of light

 

dead wood beautiful failures

forgotten rains

the light that leads my way

 

in the valley that opens when no one is looking :: the seeds of your eyes have been sown

 

there are days windows sleep

            there are days when death hides in yesterday's breeze

why is silence peaceful in a forest of wounded trees

 

a hand reaches down

a friend stays the night

a fly sits in prayer since winter

 

dream looked around inside the child

            found room    burned

                        a Ferris wheel down

 

rain alone there has never been :: rain on morning skin

 

will all that is stone return to flesh

isn't deep where old snows fall

whose hand understands the genius of its palm

 

a circle of stones

where the circle doesn't close

death comes and goes