and a lullaby flew past our
hollow hearts and broken down
walls.
grief erupted outside our
closed window eyes and i ran
outside with bare feet and planned
ignorance.
white ice clouds danced beneath
my skins; i am a butterfly wing
tilted, resting, breathing.
northern lights bring
me home and as i contemplate
which moonstone to paint
unto her ether;
panicked starlit ceilings
will disappear and
bring us the darkest
longest
furthest latitude of
earth.
we will close our windows and
open our lungs.
we will breathe her in in wise strides
and home sweet home
pearls.
