i have pocketed you away with the night
stormy souls slipping silently out
to comingle with rain and morning mist
how i have missed you since you left
since i determined to kill the new growth
on the viney deadwood of my heart
to be apart was a withering wrenching
but to be tossed together a torment more terrible
shall you compel me to render up my pride
or has your heart died as well within you
as had i hoped by now mine would
is it too late for prodigals to forgive, forgetting
the gall we laved on each other’s open wounds
you are a ghost who haunts my daymares
giving me only the solace of lethe’s sleep
what is the cost of honest humility
when my hands lie empty and idle
i have worshipped, i have coveted, i have mourned
i have hated, i have died —- i have loved
and in so loving i longed to die to live again
if i let go this time i shall be lost in you
flying away into indigo clouds of night
