for October

for October

morning stumbles in,

on legs buckled by a moonless night,

as leaves scuttle along the gutters,

in a dress rehearsal for newborn autumn.

that same blue light as our brief stars,

pours from a twilight crack in the sky,

as love fashioned from wind blown clouds

plays a promise for October.

did we both hear it the same,

that deft, yet fragile chord?

are you replete in your silence,

a shy smile, warm and safe

in your secret heart?

or have i wrapped empty arms

around an echo of a dream,

faith frayed as a fragile cord?