Ghazal

Day and night he sees her skin glow at the window

yet in his dreams she's a shade of the window

The band changes the tune so night won't sound too minor

the church bell lies more than time at the window

The president's speech falls on the people like rain

The people sigh with belief he's their spine at the window

What did we think we'd find on opening love's box

a figure to adore or the shadow of a mime at the window

The idea of order clogs the blood and dices memory

it is as if there never was a pine tree at the window

How might the flesh answer the bones beginning their revolt

With the sun shining and the wind full of rhyme at the window

What's luck but a candle burning with the stars in your name

yet I think I know what I'm likely to find at the window

The circus-crowd gasps, the ropedancer somersaults to the tent's top

and everyone wonders if you were this kind at the window

The beast you cover with a blanket is your dream of exile

What a scene that is that sings for lime at the window