little houses, foundations side by side, preoccupations hang over nights with moon and stars and heaven still, before each dream begins again into the sunlight of the day: tomorrow made into a promise kept always.
a thousand days a thousand knights (those preoccupations remaining bright) a vision becomes one gentle light as drifting calms into midday’s moon and night is there, with you too. its shadow against window curtains (hanging silent above the painted sill); they open into ancient hills: a son of gold and gentle winds the north it takes to always bring while some angel, fallen, begins to sing a song of mourning (rising never shown) becomes the length in which the world will know each day. and above? remade, a tower rises to lose your thoughts; each one lost to ease the pain. but when pain is gone you begin to think again… what if all of this is only all the same?
so turn back (someone said; and being just a girl – I sat there listening very close as memories never told another filled my child’s head) before, when above was all there was and into sky will become for you the palest moon as it rests above a nile blue flowing through sunlight in days already spent before you spend another night (again).
@04/08/13 by KPW