They fall,
\nwith the sigh of wind
\nbetween walls.
\nTrembling,
\nthe sky falling on the moon.
\nMother of shadows.<\/p>\n
Bats with silver eyes,
\nthe radiance of rivers,
\nvalleys of echoes,
\noctaves of light,
\nsnowflakes of coal.
\nStillness darting like arrows
\nthrough the branches of trees.<\/p>\n
I hear nothing,
\nin the wake of their singing.
\nWhere do they go?
\nLiving in shadows,
\nwhile the night,
\nopens its curtain of attentive stars,
\nwatching them fly
\namong flowers,
\nscentless and cold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They fall, with the sigh of wind between walls. Trembling, the sky falling on the moon. Mother of shadows. Bats with silver eyes, the radiance…<\/p>\n