will you ever catch my tears in a pale bowl
of laced fingers?
will you descend at the moment of integration?
when old wrecks resurface
ghosts man the rigging
and in focus
strip the wallpaper and tear out
a sincere entreaty?
you were always my phantasm
a speck in the eye no cameras
a step and a lifetime just beyond
I stretched out my hand in lost days
amber and ghostly lunar halo barred floor
saw the negative. but your shadow was only