Every song
contains you
and revives you
Lazarus of my mind.

Amber-veiled eyes
closed suddenly
from the light
flashing off cars
through your window.
Closed, too,
for the rosewood body.
Blind and rocking
in your mother’s lap.
Every wrinkle folding
and moving your face.

Sad child of
star and clover,
following light
without me.
Between the gate
and the body,
the tight embrace.
Clutching time
and dial,
waiting for
the measured return.