Mirrors

When morning rose, the seasons changed your face

Red leaves of fever in your falling eyes

Those coals in convex pools of fiery lace

are irises that mirror cloudy skies

I saw your hair form streamlets through the snows

Bare arms and legs, limbs tossed upon the ground

Green ribbons twined about your purple toes

And garlands through your throat bloomed without sound

Your fingers stretch to roots beneath my sheet

To feed the trunks of dreamtails growing tall

Light tongues of sunrise and my pillow meet

And conjure you away from piney halls

However spirits whisper dreams to you

Just know: I’m here within the seasons too