Vestige

I heard your voice in the silence between prayers,

like never ending leaves in the dusk of gray vine tears each syllable tangled in silk like holy skies, not growing downward toward the drowned cries, I carved your name into candle smoke and watched the flame flinch as you spoke like holy verses wrapped in silver stars, you arrived, equal parts revelation and scars The light bent around you like scripture lines trying to forget its own, lonely designs I stood beyond the graveyard signs, and hoped for more at the ending lines.