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