All is undone

a burning breeze winds and unwinds

the stars' trembling ribbons

eyes flash from oncoming cars
unaccountable shadows hold their breath

The heart is a child lost at night in the black forest of the mind

It's hard
because I love you
and easy because
I trust you

Even when hearts choke in the darkness

And blowflies born in black clouds
from clods of reeking meat
on swinging hooks

darken the sky

with their trembling mirrors

Even when wailing fear, blind with weeping,
stumbles through the endless cave

You are here

gathering flowers in the bright garden

waiting for me

to be born

The hearts labor can never be too freely given nor too dearly sold

Never go

But if you do go

you will remain

gathering flowers

in the gardens

of my heart
until I go too

Golden rainwater glowing. Broad leaves calculate the drops, with a sound like an endless handful of seeds poured onto a drum.