.
I do not remember
why we happened to be here,
why we started to dance,
but someone drew a smile on my heart
just as your eyes found mine.
And though the night fell
gently on our shoulders,
and everyone’s bodies became
monuments of their past life,
we knew even then
we knew we were not alone,
the whisperers of the dark
stayed behind.
Their passing silhouette
embraced our wooden hearts.
Someone painted a tear,
another timed the lightning,
found the lights, tuned your throat
for a song, for the story of your life.
we sat there feeling our lives expand
behind us, before us, and all around,
as they silently moved around us.
Their webs, their pins, their plans,
the sewing, the scratching
-everything moving something in us,
creating a river, its current,
creating the force in our hand
to move against and along.
The whisperers, I believe,
they loved us by some design.