The Arrival

Of stars on a dark night,
Deep over the sprawled grief–
Thin muddy brown
Halting a lucent green–
Drifting howling into intermittent cries.

The sudden appearance of a deer
At the threshold of our vacation home–
A perfect spot for a day that had not begun.

The arrival of fairies
Wrapped in bright tears–
Forever,
Could I be laid here–
Amidst songs of void and smell of absence.