Nocturne

Now my tight longing loosens.
Slack-wire I walk in my blue dress
through the teetering evening.

The singer lit in amber
sings gales regaling memory.

There we go hand in hand
over the cobble-stones.
Horses cantering in harness bells
jingle in the blue air.

That tune has lived
for a thousand years
in a rusted phonograph
in a mottled attic.

I'm wearing blue
flowers blooming in the dark.
I'm walking my wire to the very end
over the moon-drenched grass,
counting the countless
promises of night.

Galas let loose
in silken shadows.
The sheen of dreams.
The stars unveiled.