Sleepwalker

Walker of corridors narrow
airless
dayless
your clothes know the smell of night
your hands hold scars of hardwood flours
your eyes a thousand boxes
opened at once
with the time that covered them flying
lying in the corners of that small room you call heart
Walker of unsettling sounds
Your walk a prayer to tonight's silence
passing its child's fingers through my hair
Dawn finds your prints lying in some folding of the sheets
Dawn waits
Dawn pauses
Dawn wonders
where have you been sleepwalker?