I see your reflection
in my cellophane moon
a faraway moon that
sits lightly on the
evening’s staircase
while this wizened silence
stalks the land like gothic winds
even the sea falls and makes no sound
a carousel calls my name
from painted deer and nickelodeons
and melts into the slated night
the tambourine chimes
I cannot sleep
I cannot dream
I can only say your name
into the ringing gilded quiet