separation
and the lover's cry...
is the lost, loneliest sound
on earth...
through the star-break,
across the moon --
to fill the night, tear at the days...
like a blind man's hands
or grasping,
each movement
each breath drawn in a separate craze:
the heart,
shuttered and without light...
darkness, that reaches its height each noon
-- the emptiness born anew
each morning.