Aileen

How can i contemplate gain, acting like some forgotten seer, as if that hurricane, will protect my bones, make a river draw them near, a time to be sought alone, like animals of the plain, howl weeping towards their fear, can we ever love again, last winter by tidal stones, when we sat close to tears, was it like coming home, does our soul work that way, a trapeze of childless years, eyes trying to fix a place, where we don't hesitate, when she draws me near, the absence of any pain, suddenly becomes clear.