Acrobats of day and night

Into the cold night,
wide eyed and wild fire
flickering like light
from the constellations
of this ruin.

To not know when
one might circle home,
to feel something in
the old eyes of a stranger
as the mystery holds taut
as a tightrope over
the pitch black abyss.

These acrobats of day and night
may interlace fingers,
floating in pockets of time
as wind turns to breath,
as this dance grows
out of muddy water
toward some strange light.