Sleepwalk (Poetry)

She trawls the streets
and asks the moon
for signs she might
have sight of him
her patience sore
her shoes worn thin
but lunar lips
keep mum

The universe
has secrets yet
and stars won’t tell
a living soul
far off the gods are listening
intently for the moment when
they hear the merest
whispers rise from Hell

She doesn’t know his name
but thinks she’d recognise
his face ...
ghost-crowds are milling
round her as she walks
from place to place
oddly no one talks
of anything

Hers is a dream within
a deeper dream
the winds of destiny
blow cold and keen
she sighs — limbs aching — finds
a narrow door to weary morning
resolve almost undone
                                yet
possibilities unfolding ... yawning
waking with the sun