Heart on fire, arms empty, I dream of stairways
to nowhere, doors that open onto walls.

	Now, here, two doors open onto walls:
	twin ghosts of the past and the unknown.

Ghosts twine from the past to the unknown
and I can’t help but keep building more wings.

	I can’t help but keep building. More wings,
	more turrets, more rooms for my restless heart.

Make room for my restless heart, a turret shell
hiding a soft body within. No amends

	ply my soft body. No marriage ends without
	a haunting. The architecture of two lives

arcs toward the texture of one life, haunted.
I dream of stairways. Arms empty. Heart on fire.


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