lingering

The trees shimmer with secrets tonight
I ease the creaking boughs with a lingering quiet
footpads echo, the seedlings of twinight devour
and eke away our fuddling thoughts, twisting eyelids
I can charm the marrow of the carcass of dawn
while the red-tails revel in the senseless
for what truly lies motionless is this strewn indifference
eyeballs plucked, scavenging for the structural
Or perhaps, when the winds of time shamrock memory
the dolor ache for semblance will subside in the pungent
fragrance of spring?
What was lost cannot be discerned, but I await for time 
to plunder the remains of this frantic sanity
A thousand miles of jagged forgetting daunts hope,
A thousand miles of wastelands shriek
enveloped by the deafening silence that lurks
between two heartbeats.