Distorted Reflections

Foolishness on a Windy NightI would find a room and sitlooking at the back of my eyelidsfor many hours.But no blindness could be found there.No corners could be turned.And no chairs heard.We went fleeing in the forestbetween the trees that were deadand the counted skeletonsthat had turned red.There was no one about to tellus to go so we stayedand smelt the smoke of wood-fire shadeand pre-Raphaelite heat.The shade then began to get lightand I acted like a foolish man.We married on a windy night when thecathedral sign was still on.27