Wednesday, August 31, 2011


She taunts me from the
Shadows of your love,
Behind your black iris,
A twinkling light,
The little diamond of your skies,
The mistress of your melodies,
She intrudes my dreams,
And yours,
I find her at the end of your songs
Songs I thought were mine,
Songs that never were
Wide eyed, tear stained,
I am lost,
She laughs,
And I am a broken word
of this tuneless song
A lunatic.
And she, the tune of
your mirthless reed,
a deathless river
between me
and all that never again will be.