Standing in the moonlight, my shadow at my back,
With the seamed and spangled sky above,
Will I take the winding path that leads down to the shore,
Or face the shadows and the hollow, empty rooms,
The murmuring in the corners and the creases?
Will I step out into the darkness,
Hanging heavy with memories, clustered dense as stars?
Follow your heart, I hear you whisper, or is it just the leaves,
Trembling in the moonlight, the wind and the oily waves?
Follow the moonlight and the sea path and your shade leaving?
To the poplar leaves I say, listen to the ocean,
To the swell of tide and ebb, the waves black rock-breaking,
And you hear the pulse of my heart and its shattered pieces,
Chinking like pebbles in the backwash.
This pale path ends in chaos.