[nebbia] - [as we weep]

outside my window

a black bird sang darkly

frantically bidding me wake

there to rush into the wood

 

and so shabbily

I shook off but a little sleep

running out the door

to seek the company of ghosts

 

and when I arrived

the dawn was just breaking

and I heard the trees

breathing heavily from the rain

 

and when we've spent

enough time missing something

there's a peace that comes

in owning it all in silence

 

and so I chose

to stop in and consider

how good it feels

to lay down in the fog

 

and maybe it's because

of this soft pale certainity

that no one will see us

or hear us as we weep

 

Done