water is perhaps turning
with it turning the river
clouds erring above the river
mirrors burning into smoke
galaxies reaching outward in haste
on this bridge footfalls fade
made of yesterday’s sand
tomorrow’s tears
unsettled dust of migrating souls
stars come here to cross path
with the living
with the dead
at doorway of shadows
in breezy night we meet
unlistened
your hands try to awaken my face
we herd in your paining stones
one by one
heartbeat after heartbeat
mandrem, 29 december 2011
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