morning stumbles in,
on legs buckled by a moonless night,
as leaves scuttle along the gutters,
in a dress rehearsal for newborn autumn.
that same blue light as our brief stars,
pours from a twilight crack in the sky,
as love fashioned from wind blown clouds
plays a promise for October.
did we both hear it the same,
that deft, yet fragile chord?
are you replete in your silence,
a shy smile, warm and safe
in your secret heart?
or have i wrapped empty arms
around an echo of a dream,
faith frayed as a fragile cord?