Events of place

My minds hillside under starlight, on which,

Sometimes dead skeletons rise, animate to life. Take off bones,

Exchange for assemblage, and rattle at my thoughts.

I wish it were not true, but I think you said it were true

And I believe you, for I’d not know you unless it came by love

The conjured bones, the undead, collapse at rest

You survived the night, my lovers’ prayer, in you

It’s true, silver words in starlight, change days like this