Sleepwalkers Woman

In the time of an exile

from the jails of another

where soundings are taken

raw to his eyes.

I have walked the way from him

down to splintering bone ashes

with your voice shining sea

in his fractures and skys.

There are no voices here.

There are only confessions.

keeping him hidden

weighed out of his name

We have entered deserted.

He has gazed from my windows

as if all that replaced us

could still end in me.

For the first time unwoken

I am returned.

For the first time unwoken

I am returned.

He arrives from a place

with a face of fast sun.

Arrives from a space

his refuge overrun.

She will fold him away in his

badly changed hand.

Fold him away far behind

where I am.

For the first time forgetting

I am returned.

As if all that replaced us ends it again

as if all that replaced us ends.