The Galaxy of Frost

how I find you in this room,
       your shadow on the wall
       like a stain or ghost,
       the book face down
       and streaming words.

And you,
       standing at the end of day,
       where the furniture is furred
       like lumps of dusk,
       the blue sky
       deep and filled with stars.

       We lay down on the floor.
       The light speeds through the dark
       of space, ends here, on your dress.
       I watch your face. You turn
       from the room to the night outside,
       the mountains on the moon.

       The secondhand sun
       sparks in your eyes
       and silhouettes trees,
       dazzles on the lawn.
       The leafless boughs twist and reach,
       stretch to the depth of it all.