The night doesn’t summarize the day.
The spark has its say over the fire.
Dearheart, why are you crying?
Already you’re in the air.
Quiet doesn’t summarize the song
which can’t go on for long,
song found inside us feral and hot.
Dearheart, why are you crying?
We’re sparks.
Walked into the burning woods and burning
walked into me. One day we’ll wade
into the sea and see. You’re coming
won’t summarize your leaving
nor waking sleep, sleep our dreams,
fireflies over wet grass, ice
settling in an abandoned glass. Winter
can’t summarize that summer, your body
in my hands won’t summarized be
by your body far from me.
Already you’re in the air
and my hands are nowhere,
my dreams mostly water.
This end won’t summarize our forever.
Some things can be fixed by fire,
some not. Dearheart, already we’re air.
from Fall HigherFind it in the library
Copyright © 2011 Dean Young
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on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.