Of Moth and Lizard

A shard of red light on the ceiling leaks from a crack in the door,

A gentle breeze blowing between your withered lips,

The fingernails hold the love of the night before,

And a moth flutters around the lamp.

Into the dark chambers of closed eyes,

I see trains going up and down the hills—Boats and bicycle bells.

The torrential rain makes the puddle and pewter sky;

And a lizard, dangling, shines and trails.

When the wind is too strong, we learn to lean into it,

For we have more than one soul and few songs to sing.

Stuck between 'ought' and ‘is'; Wounds, however, leave scars,

And, behold ! A lizard makes a moth sleep..