She came to you
The bedroom window through
Silhouetted
Against the waning moon
An owl's hoot broke
The silence and she spoke
Of machinations
That caught breath in the throat
And both fell silent
Any noise would feel like violence
A knife pricking in the skin
On an island
In the flows of time
Thoughts sublime
Floated freely
Through your minds.
And she left, as she came
Silence but for a whispered name
A cry against the dark, cold night
For the grief-torn mind to frame.