a tear of darkness

a tear of darkness
through my sky and your sky
pass butterflies, washed by the moon
settled at the crossroads of valleys;
herds of deer come and go,
swimming through the grass of twilight
scattered about the crossroads.
your palm, smelling of basil,
awaits a caress that brings pain,
traveling from a time without boundaries.
do not call me by name—
I do not know what I am called;
perhaps the raindrops,
like heavy tears of darkness,
have frozen upon a white horse with wings of ash.
from my sky and your sky,
at night, I hear you traveling
through a time without boundaries.
when the time comes for me to return,
you will learn nothing more
of my lost heart—
save for the sorrows of a stranger who has departed.