Torrent

Torrent
feet of hurried rain
still and leaden gray

I am waiting
deep
within you
sojourn of autumn gold
rhythm of blue

Quiet bank
of soft green
stolen words
the meadow has aged

Spinning light inside
and above
a day-old mirror
the sky has aged

Ice
spreading silent
in folded hands
layer and layer
unyielding to the
fire

I am within you
a shadowy
voice
searching, pacing
touch the face
scorn the name

Ageless