of might you were
and I – a pittance –
a cast of shade
no plans to keep
passions blooming through the winter –
icy petals melt to sleet
upon the heels
of sad reflection –
slipped into the past
somehow –
to resurrect the sweet reminder
that I was come
to hold you now –

desire to press
your soul to garner –
words so easy
ink too dark
nights grown long
with every telling
coals to cool
the seeker’s mark –
of recognition
I’m returning – as you were mine
some other day
passed as blue into the river –
eased surrenders
into grey
and caught my tears
were loosed too early –
truth denied one last refrain
you were might
and I – a pittance –
there lies the wound
beneath the stain –

touch and go –
yet stay a moment
hide with me beneath the stairs
take my dreams
and let them keep you –
safe from life – my love to wear
of tattered coat –
and velvet trousers –
locket strung – a lover’s chord
rests against the drum
long silent –
forever passed
without a word