my stumbling feet

I stumble,

swaying with the dark branches

framed within the windows glow.

they sway with the wind, and I with them

and her eyes take the sky with a lull.

her eyes must go forever -

like mirrors titled at the sleeping skies,

laughing at the cosmos.

“you may be vast” they whisper.

“but I can hold all and more

within these immensely deep eyes”

I know she can’t hear them, but I can.

so can the trees and the window and the wind.