I FALL

I fall towards
the drift of sleep
and see the day
begin as snow
and breezy chill
upon the streaked
window.

You speak
these words
soft as suede
or lacey fern.

I hear your
trill and song
until we loaf
three days
and eves
on rafts
of deepest
peace,

Feet sit
pell mell
upon
this rock
where time
is still,
so still

and clear
breath
like god
herself
expands
a spacious
well.