this is the first you spoke of it

in your black magic house

in a cold damp attic

two windows stare at us like eyes

behind them

december's dark

early morning sky

and a couple of

dead trees

with their ornamental stars

i thought by now that i

figured your head out

until now i thought i

figured your body out

so please help me to understand

because i love you

more than anyone

i wonder in what fields today

you're chasing dragonflies at play

my little lost girl

so far away



this is the first you spoke of it