inner vision

My heart hears across the silence; and I think of you, and therefore find you. On an island, an island in the North...My black heart finds you & therefore itself, fair as the first day we spoke, images and words, and letters falling away to the first moments of your silence, Ariadne's startled gaze. Your breath on the mirror, spreading like a fine web around my soul.Introductions were made, tea was poured out in the best china.

A stone statue looking out to the blue Pacific, his heart spinning, turning,for the days that were lost. What was said was false; what wasn't said remained true.The finality of her 'are we done now?'. A word to be erased.

The gold of the wheat lying on the ground, or the sadness of cathedral gold, like days of summer we remembered together, for gold always unites; and if not summer, then what? The creases around my narrowing eyes,the senses once so quick to flash out, like shaken foil, or a silver fish in the darks, now slowed down to notice the movement of shadows. I see you now only inwardly, darkly.If not winter,