She said goodbye but is not gone
for she is here
with us
we must meet again here in the shadows
here in the silence of
words, we must hold each other, we
must,
lest the dogs eat us, lest we be found
alone and
shattered without
each other
My humble hands have made
love and lovely things
and now we remember
my humble lips have made
love and said kind things
my thighs have felt your hands
my ears have loved the sound of
your voice
and now we remember
as you say my name
willow trees grow near the stream
we sat beside the river
we fished, we
made love, we
came to be the summer
breeze
***
There are no dreams left
in the dream barrel,
only work to be done and
hope.
Hope will do, to fill a day,
to walk among the words again as if
dropped into clouds, which
wait for me to
fall
silently into the sky
swollen with the tears
of the children
of
war.
Oh, I will fall
in silence
no more.