"You close your eyes..."

You close your eyes and you’re twice removed,

Sasha’s bedroom is far gone,

overhead is the same roof

but your moon is my high sun,

and the staircase - a deep rift,

the candelabra - a manic blur,

like a ghost in a trance, I drift

past the dog that does not stir.

Every night, we are split anew.

Though I know, you are out of range,

I compose lullabies to you,

sowing seeds on the white page.

After all, who could stop the song,

when in love, and somehow, retreat?

With it, nights do not seem long.

With it, silence’s, itself, sweet.