Bluenight

The stars are impossibly bright
Through dark curtains blazing
Stitched patterns burning
Otherworldly light
A hunter has lost his secret
A heron tilts her long,
Lithe neck to the ground
Misfortuned
A woman calls his name in earnest
There is no reply
Her face is mirrored by water
That murmurs like laughter
Under a clear midwinter sky
I lie dreaming of beautiful things
Bygone days
Tales of beginning and end.