I am in the center and the void

The day I knew
awed by black mountains and conquering steel
the post and lintel water pillars were surrounded by fog

Hour of finding myself
sobbing bells and detached birds
created deep harmony in the gray space

the day I knew
she haunted me
the far gone lady in la brute shawl
in mist she allows a walk
past flower petals, stained glass, brick

In the hour of finding myself
I am younger still
going now, wearing layers of mute gown
consuming smoke, at rest
by light shadows, sound echoes, and counting wind

I am in the center and the void