by CASSIDY TORRANCE
In a seam of silence
where the night cradles the world
inside its blue heart, I open a vein.
Stars align, like the freckles
in your eyes.
Through my window I have seen
the white stars of snow falling.
Sometimes the image of you passes by
like the shadow of a train.
My sight goes trailing after you
among a sea of people,
in the locket face of the moon.
We have lost even this twilight.
Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s Clenched Soul