the distance from those brown bankrupt eyes
to the defeated brilliance
                 in the corner
had slammed her off from a beautiful senseless.

she saw her thoughts
reverberating throughout an echo
                  framed
in an illusive bridge.
[she crossed it once when she lost sight of herself]
so deepened into a composition
she wrote
           softly
       to loosen the strings that slit a few smiles
       from a gentle secrecy.
       
she says she's fine
so i ask her what time her nightmare is leaving
on the train headed west
        in a crush of a rain.
an understanding distorted,
her mind plateaus with a sense of surrender

it took her time to alleviate
the savvy trademarks of her soul
                  foolproof yesterdays
found etched in a mirage.
these complex simplicities expose her alluring
as she spirals into a clockword state
    freeforming staircases among the air

i study her cry a
        subtle hurricane
        and find a symphony in those lush, wild eyes.