We are somnabulists in a musical maze

While our eyes seek our ears lead away

While our ears align our hearts flutter

We know the way is the wayless journey

But to stand still will never slake our thirst

Mercury wings stir to the heady scent

Of orchids sown in forgotten pasts

Your promises and mine mingle in the mist

They dance as butterflies while we wander  

I speak into a luminous chasm 

I hope you hear. I ask my Witness to float

my messages into your tremulous sleep 

As nests of orchids and wandering deer 

As the abundance of our first garden 

As the taste of melons drenched in honey

and the skyfulls of kites of your childhood

As a tune released from a neglected lute.

As the solitary star in this twilight haze

As your cherished dream, rocked on a swing 

Through an ageless, conjugal air

As the few fond glimpses of you through innumerable lives 

As the opal rays cast from your being on strange faces

My heart’s response to them in the solitary night

Is now a jealous echo, now a soundless tear These are the threads I weave 

Into the fleeting weft of moments

For my gift to you of lonely song.