A Path In a Closed Night

Virginal and silent, unbroken by steps that would turn stones into shaken beats. Alongside brewed growth, soft layers of life simple with worms, nightcloth and grass song. A stride away from the lights of distant roads, the air cold, we are new under stars. (This is the picture that makes me stare holes through thenight, you turn, asleep in your bed, a cocoon of linen and camomile)