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I lived in a world
that never waited, silent
church bells ringing, like
stars on fragmented glass
could sweep away sunbeams

I left a thousand eyelash
flowers on the doorstep,
spring lace bow tied round the
steps and the card
whispered nightsongs like crickets
never dreaming, always chirping
lullabies

I left my goodbye on the driveway
threw it down like old sweater
fabric on the grass. I ran away with
the moonrise, came back at
crescent-down to lay myself
to sleep in lily blooms

I shuddered in silver, dripping
from cold orb in sky, and the Sun’s
gold blanketed me like the
prayer I lost on the street corner