che piacere vederti

what is your name
when you are called
can the trees speak it
in whispers
softly to the night air
swing in moonlight
bring it all back
take it in
to the comfort
of bed
of early morning
promising more sleep

open one eye
other hidden in pillow
body lost in sheets
and warm in blankets
are those the leaves
turning
falling
taking my memory
to a rest
and then blown far
too far
where nothing is

and the loss
of your name
on the breeze