As If the Stars Were Among Us to Be Reflected

Let’s be bitter and precise as moonlight

Tossing an old pair of stockings on an ottoman

Let’s be urbanely melancholic

Plangent lilies wilting on a bedside table

Let’s catch words

And put them in a box

We say this is all so grand

And our smart phones are no grander

Though always a comfort

We know nothing

We know nothing of long journeys

These river-washed ecstasies

Clean estuaries of our naked gestures

Let’s be vast inexplicable feelings tonight

Twinkling on the necklace of oblivion!

Let's be the eyes of seven crows

Closely watching us

We who speak who are speaking we too

Are alone with nothing

But a faint noise inside us