I see the moon The moon sees me That's enough

A message to my brother sky I long to hold your hand tonight But when up against this summit's height I'm tense, I'm small, I'm speechless And I'm freezing

Clutching you close your body felt like December Shook awake early from the rock of your tremors Tracing my thumb over the miles of your memory Now a bit brighter with a smile and a laughter

I broke when I entered, displaced from the center I can’t find my way around this My wounds healed while my fingers fixed

You placed a bar, I played a game To see how low that I could go We develop mental pictures And we’re following our fathers down the drain

Pictures of you smiling in times When I just couldn’t be around

Skin, caked with sap of pine Can't catch against my roaring mind The coat slips off my etched spine It's a weight no longer carried And I'm freezing

In the night, we will celebrate cyclical spin As we ritually send off the fire at both ends

On an empty panel floor I lie here for communion just waiting for one more But in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon what am I supposed to do?

And I found the notes you left behind Little hints and helpless cries Desperate wishing to be over

Shapeless hiss hanging over the Mixes of midnight and twilight

In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds That I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?

In the tune of the National Anthem Sing the words while the corrugate burns While our burning desires are crackling We exist in the unified verse

But I’m scared, fingers broken And ill-prepared to let this drag out

First breath following wakes of the Palms pressed, brushed on my arm and then Wave stretched, sending me off to descend Leading me into the bend

Fawn doe, light snow Make me feel alive Make me believe that all my selves align

You made a map of how you loved And drew a perfect circle I scribbled a Venn diagram I guess I lost my stable hand

When the sun rested on olive shoulders And the wind kissed the back of your neck I would lay and absorb in the silence In your language I haven’t learned yet

I broke when I entered, displaced from the center I can’t find my way around this My wounds healed while my fingers fixed

I owned your name Your body shape It sits like family A grateful offering Reflected on the lake