February 28th

In times like this, I wander within your walls Like some lost form, far off and gray on an overcast beach A muted form, crouched over the mist in waiting You-- who loves me as the wind loves the sand, Touching the ever changing surface, swirls of crystalline dancing with some kind of dark sway, Stirring deep inside the belly of your wants and dreams, and yet, brushes beyond the shape of time and permanence: Each note of each turn, rising upwards towards a rupture in monochromatic skies And I am waiting, Standing against the flood of your light For the water to wash over me, and carry me on your tide home.