light the good fires
along the hills
edges dissolve
you’re almost in reach
talk with me again
remind of the nearness
of all things
angels cavort
on the end of a pin
forever mirrored
in your dead eyes
waiting, waiting
waiting, waiting
for here within
i see you then
another year circled
squared and slaughtered
exult round the stones
before the cold
bites our bones
October 31, 2015