Completely out – nothing to say
A fine idea, you and I
Only if you dreamed this way
When we should have been even more
You pulled the reins in on the note –
Hauled in the oars and made for shore
These eyes, no senses, feast today
You’ve left me room for no other
Do not know who’d choose that fray
If I could chose to pierce your heart
Such fiery jolt would be coming
To stave away these days apart
Precious and tender, few glances at me
What was verily offered in such?
Still fate saw it fit to grant those of thee
My words lose their voice, faltered will
Share your warmth sweet affectation
Bring back moonlight; my darkness, kill
27 March 2011
