Skies blaze Over love's moribund countenance. Eyes surcingle a stream of light. The sweat Of yesterdays rises in me. Sing of Silence and winter, and of elm trees, For the way is unknown. Your lion Of body roars in my bones.
Waves fall Onto waves, before returning To the site of forgetting.
It is always tomorrow When white apricot trees bloom. The autumn where you have once been Is now a deep valley. And the sky sleeps on Slumped over the dying face Of your love.