Isabella (Down)

Isabella sleeps
with dreams tucked into her head
dreams of rain falling down
on the pillows near her head

and Isabella whispers
secrets having never been heard
secretes of love tumbling down
from the wings of undead birds

while Isabella traces
the contours on my skin
I count each second down
so that she might start again

and Isabella soars
above me through the air
too high for careful glances down
to see that I’m not there

so goodnight Isabella
as its time for us to go
tomorrow they come to bring us down
as their silence shows