Shadows On Our Eyes
Tonight's new moon wipes clean the slate. We begin again, rewriting creases in now-smooth palms. You don't have to say anything. We have been here before, between breaths, the heartbeat drummed by the stylus from song to song. And I know you. I have always known you. This balance, this hunger, quiet inside first morning light. The blue light of centuries has been nothing but hazy dreaming, though I've said that a thousand times, in a thousand lives and in a thousand voices, and now, your itinerary is off. Write all of our names in the dust by the train station.
Come to me, while there is still time.