Echo me down and follow my shadow
tracing my lips with your kiss…
sweet death.
Losing the light in my breath
as our souls rise like smoke
into the peace of twilight.
As the quite recedes
into a soft wintergreen of wings…
no more tracking time.
Drifting into the beautiful undone
unmoored pressing against my skin
hitchhiking with ghost, foolish
mortal echoing me on down.










