Wind caresses leaf

whispers words

of love,

while the cricket’s

play cache – cache

tap their melody

I’m talking in my sleep

shouting in my dreams

the beginning & the end

are not the same.

Twenty years of this

twenty years of that

match the rhythm

to the rhyme

words are everything

but sometimes in my sleep

the angels sing,

like sirens.

Wind caresses leaf

paysage falls

below the town

the living & the dead

hold hands before

the storm

& the rain it falls

erases all:

as if we’ve

never been

as if, as if.

Wind caressing leaf

whispers songs of love

& all that’s left

is this

singularity

in a moment.