We Too Shall Learn

How many more nights

will trouble the soundness of sleep,

you ask, turning to your side
and a blind eye to light
making it improbable

for the tips of your fingers to trace

the surface of this stream

where dreams gather as dust,

from which we shall return

and return we shall to the incantations

we roll in and out of our tongues,

the rendezvous of romance

as told by the moon, its boon

our intertwined limbs already dissolving

in furrowed sheets

tonight, the same night we learn

there will be tempests beyond reason,

no season can ever be fruitful

with the satellite dimming
against the storm clouds,

no question shall come to rest

when we stare out the window

and see nothing but leaves shivering,

telling us that tonight, we too shall learn

there is a fall deeper than our hearts.