You walk along shoulders…
You walk along shoulders of bamboo groves,
Starlight treads in your footsteps.
You go forward with shifting seasons,
Summer ghosts are left behind.
You rise as the wind of briefest memory
Pushing shutters gently open.
You arrive, fresh rain at the door ajar,
Softly rustling dry silk.
Your spirit rests in tranquility at table,
Folding itself into a napkin.
You dwell in silence in the deepest part,
Inside there is only silence.
You sleep illumined by the guardian moon,
Windless, the stilling doom.
Originally published in The Furious Gazelle (October 30, 2014)
Finalist, The Furious Gazelle Halloween Poetry Contest 2014
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