For C.

I saw you standing alone outside
With the moon in your eye and
The stars in your hands -
Poured them out on a piece of paper.

Forgive me, you said, 
I passed the cemetary
On the way home, in my car, 
And no one was there.

In the middle of the yard
Searching your thoughts for a soul -
Death on your mind, and
God on your breath.

I've seen such shadows, you say,
Hiding the cracks in the wall.
Here I am now, blood rushing to my face, 
And I think I?m falling through.