Edinburgh

Tonight, as all nights,
these rambling paths beckon with Cheshire grins
nobbling teeth echo sounds of
public transportation in a forgotten age
laughter from afar carries with
delicate intentionality; a beautiful dream
in trancelike unity of sound and perfect shadow
orange orbs submit,
their mists pull back the time
to reveal presence, mystical presence
facades drawing the eye away away to providence

across
more stones
smaller now, but beautiful
endlessly speaking of love enough to recall
or perhaps status, obligation
some don't divulge, their faces long lost
to nature and
good-natured apathy
it's quiet here; silence becomes of the space
between, atop, around
implicit solitude
becoming one
the quiet sigh
a cool wind
the gone, the now, the tomorrow
subsumed in the gesture
a tree clawing
through
a stone wall
only to die on the other side
where it belonged