The Forecast
Though silence travels the earth
The wind will carve out a note
And the clouds will cut down a feather
You will retreat into the trees
And the stars will cross your mind
Your leafy wrists will catch the rain
And pearls will be made of the moonlight
The dawn will land on my window
And an arrow will sing like a bird
The Sun will enter
and the dust will roll
The noon hour will climb up
And tower above us
The roads I missed
Will lead you to one side
And the snow will cluster
In the hundred wounds
Across your chest
The end