They dance above my head like stars, forbidden to expire. My hand Still on my Sword. She gave him a heart bent by briar and wire. He wrapped up stars around the barbs and flowers in the core. And from the holes wild poppies bloomed scarlet in the folds.
Memories sneak back when they dare.
The snow on the windowsill peeks in at two lovers sleeping like spoons. Lost and Found and Lost again. And all that's left is a heart of thorns and the blue memory of her eyes. She has become the night. Nobody's Father I went to see the old man the other day.