light moves through a window

prints left behind
speak to a heart left to wander
eyes forming patterns
in the dust

form remains
clear as morning

tales of journeys
no ends
no beginnings
written in light

blown west
noon approaches

embossed vision
eyes take dust to sleep
limbs’ memories
dance with a new moon


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