Shapes

I live with shapes, so many pointless shapes, so many shades in the silent dark

I live with all that fills the nights with interior rain

The dog's bark, the bird's bite in the fruits, the harvest down, I hear them all inside my heart

For, I live upon the cold nights, the nights in silver pain, my empty arms around the thrill of our momoires to be

I am a shape myself, waiting for your shape to come upon mine in the future to find