she whispers to me
as i lay one step over the other
making footprints
along babylon path
on my way
to the room of my own

she looks different tonight
contained
serene
almost..

not quite
other nights..

the night when
the veil was open
& i saw him
truly did
dancing around
in
front
on the side
above & below
inside & out

he calls me stranger
that welcomes him home
& i, well..

a reflection of i

each stroke
each touch
brought the cord
closer
from the shores
of a thousand cries

miles davis
of varied syncophation
tonight, la luna
casts a carpet
along the galaxy of stars
when time stood still