- for Stella -
I’d like to serenade you to sleep,
to lay beside you and be there,
accompany you on your long ascent,
beside you from stair to stair.
And I’d like to be the last one awake
to know that the night was cold.
I’d listen in and out of all of your worlds
to each thing that they hold.
The clocks ring in and out of each other.
One sounds the bottom of time.
It draws me deep into unconcern,
which glistens like rime upon rhyme.
From outside emerges a final sound,
like a token of the strange.
It yields to the sleepiest likenesses,
with their promises of change.
My child, I close my eyes upon you.
To you I surrender my stride.
Let us fall into each other’s sleep –
a sleep many silences wide.
[Previous: Your Restless Clang]
[Next: Accordion]