I hear the clack clack clacking
rhythm of the rain
I want to see the milky way all over the world
and collect all its secret names under my hat
smoke dances lightly through my tent
softly
lightly
like a lily and a rose
while dead trees hold up dead trees
I want you sitting with me
across the meadow of the mountains
lilac and chrysanthemum
lips rolling, noses swaying
eye lashes deep as aspens
and movement
memories
rain like walls coming down
and dandelion laughter
moving out
and silence
silence, cracking crickets
and the rattle of the road
splitting time with easy haste chasing suns and deserts
shadows and ghosts that whisper
from now where
calling a name
like a hint that only exists for yourself
