autumn
sun always shines
as my lady's eyes
she is waltzing solitary
seeking herself
we
talk in a meadow at twilight
and laugh at the dour moon
she wanted to love me
yet I scratched her soul
the
clock ticks furtively
making my elements stir
the memory of longing
touches my eyeslashes
several
days later
the wind begins to weep
my silence stutters
for fear of dying
tethered
and weathered
the days march on
the nights sharpen
the winter always...
always
threatens my sanity
