Another Night

We die a little

with every fragrant moment

and seldom regenerate,

the lost connections,

Though we share something

of ourselves,

trying to gretel the way,

back to a threshold,

which

was

never really our place--

We recollect a cat

arched its back,

along the ridge,

covering up the moon,

spills

reflected on the boards

of a favorite room,

before our descent--

out the window,

Swifts

we follow, like dream,

the deep, bleeding shadows,

and silver ax tip,

dipping over,

Week

by week, with pathos,

for the Life we lead--

Morning breaks,

and sweats,

Opening our eyes, halfway,

like blackout drapes,

We have survived,

Another day.