boney limb of night
extracts the sway
this urgent wind consumes
and leaves like battle flags
take leave
their shadows
dancing in the light
the advancement
their displacement

I've come here
from sunny days
and humid nights
where our hands
upon the rail slept
and stars emerged
in order
the magnitudes
climbing like dreams
the ghost march of
arrivals
the descents of all
sensations
this taste filligree
caught
upon our meek
encounters

There are secrets
lost and pages torn
there are smiles
worn

and night swirls
with the wind
like paper cups
and rolling tins
our music
the gentle mayhem

this love