I have seen the shadows on those brick walls,
demure and plotting against the shrouded thickets,
reserving false alibis under your dark cowl.
I saw the twilight in your vision,
polar and pitiless
and I remembered the familiar.
The day I touched your head and you touched mine,
and in our unforgiving naiveté,
we jumped into the blue, holding swans and dipping our ears in cold crystals,
warm echoes from the past.
Our tears have become strangers,
they never seemed so bitter towards one another.
I beg of you,
please don’t lay the dread on my chest,
for it will indurate with your tender burden.
Go confide in the moon,
it voices the truth in silence.
Feel its enigma and you will hear it roar,
commence towards its eternal reach,
and it will offer you a cold rest.