Ghost Road

published in Sidereality

there is nothing between us

the clouds could be hills

only they travel to us

puffs of wind like a prickly coat

your face like the moon I can't see

--  dark, full of sly phantoms

my eyes, swollen twice their size

the eyes of a bedeviled magician

I tell you,

Don't fret, little girl

Day is breaking

-- goes the old song

Sing it with me,

hop-skipping over nerveless stones 

Day is broken, she sings 

Happy girl,

followed by a broken road

Nothing to keep you

Nothing to make you run away

No memory

older than you are