I’m tired of following the scored tracks
of stars and planets as they glint above my gaze.
I’ve tired of their ices and their fires:
they show me what my cool world lacks.
Instead tonight it’s you I want to trace:
how from your room the tender light is falling
into the empty courtyard of a heart.
Entranced by something unachieved I stare
as you unfold into the window’s space
the considered patchwork of your care.