When I fold my mouth closed
like eyes (with all its secrets...

Your voice was like the autumn wind,
warm and soft – soft enough to melt into tears...

You know,
you’re always the one to listen...

I don't know who or what or when or where,
but the faces by the window blur and smear...

Time, woven into shadows to come and fade,
or change into shades I no longer recognise...

I grew tall, strong,
roots deep, branches long...

Dear reader,
In this poem, we meet as souls...

Your smile
shone like reflections that opened...

In darkness shivering stark and cold,
you rise to walk with blackened soles...

when
stars fall whispering in our ears...

when birds glide down to Earth
to whisper in your ears...

As I grow old,
the wind wanders...