when twilight comes
quietly as longing
to the dark
would grieve for you
as you might never know
wept the tears
you wish you’d seen
another day
when sorrow begged
the world from you
to differ

how it is – a moment
passed so easy
suspended there
a pretense of the truth
as cold the silver
crevices
dust between the names
sleep to separate
the kisser from the kiss
forgiveness from the one
who longs to hear

forever still
the silence seems so loud
eternities to pass
before we meet
breathe aside this mossy
veil – that I might
understand
words to never
wet the lips
keep us now apart