Gabriel Burns

She Dwells

Autumn leaves

But not her leaves 

Where she lies 

Perennial 

Beneath the ribs

She roots her trees

Deeper than the skies

And deeper yet

And deeper still

Than the living chains

Of freedom

Perched upon the windowsill

Her eyes tow wings

Whose whispers sing

The name of her reverie

Embodiment

in her eyes

the sky is twice as deep

and on her lips,

the sun, its hottest yet