December 28, 2015
Today, as the light faded, came the thoughts of you.
Along the damp trails, the cold winds, and the grey.
What can anaesthetize these aching eyes?
This foreign land,
Falls into blue remembrance.
Holding your delicate hand,
Ivory fingers gone almond brown.
The sky drained.
The sea I plead please bind me to the deep.
The day grows dying.
The night rising.
Over these green valleys,
A heart beating and blown.
Now we reside with a sovereign madness.
Thunder murmurs I love you.
Your sacred form burnt away.
Your tenderness caressed the mist.
This weak beaten day,
This empty house,