ERRANT RUSE

sunlight
tumbling
rainbow drops

the clock stays still

and a shadow of a bird
trims across my thoughts

funny how this purpose
drifts me
ive been
though these before
felt the letters stirring
in thin sheaves
like wind
in the grasses

there are ruins
filled with sleeping
shadows
gates articulated
in dreams

and I feel your voice
on my shoulder
this sun is hot
and full soothing
touch
lingers

I feel so close
and so far away

drawn to you