We sit vigil with candles, clouds
It becomes a
river book of sadness ink that I cannot comprehend
whisper song of voices dreams claiming you a dancer floater,
You hurt me to my core where the center of the earth is
You are not
far near just down below above if I bothered to look down
You are forever with me; your stomach was all I knew
Darkness quiet, nine months, will you wait for me?
I will follow in your footsteps, I promise you,
Even if it leads me to a valley of decay.