You carved the black shadows
of ghostly trees out of the violet twilight
to fill the blanks of our jigsaw puzzle;
you showed me the gleaming path
subverted from the prescient moon
to a pilgrimage of chained street lamps;
you looked into the blind sockets
of slumbering houses,
for scattered pieces of our dreams;
you taught the wind to whirl,
the shreds of our unwritten letters
caught in the impasse of thoughts;
before you left.
Night
© Copyright: Tamara, 2001
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