In The Dream There Are Neither Keys Nor Locks

closing the door on what is left
you go up the hall
it's only in that house

that you remember anyway
the one whose shadows you loved
in the dream there are neither keys

nor locks
but you take stock of early moonlight
roses, piano music filling the rooms

as though it were a huge flower
the flower is music and an
endless perfume

it lingers in all the rooms at once
with fairytales strewn
likea heartbreak resolved

and I have thought about so long

the resolution of all those chords
the old rains when we were new
the kitchen attitudes

the lullaby inside the lullaby
the starlight, star wheels
that will not let me go.