down to the river

As the moon cheers and winks
at me as I stride
the hollow sound of my footsteps
becomes fuller and fuller

At once I leave behind
the future and the past
there is here, increasingly
legal custody

Lex! proclaims a figurine
being used as a fountain
she hears me approach
and touches my face

A river flows through
gently, in the deep
I walk down the long staircase
in the ancient wall

There once was a story
told to butterflies
its moral was empty
except for a beating heart.