East lands
and fervent abscence,
the quadrant
pointed the insane
harsh climbs
towards the mirrored roofs,
breathing skies and lakes
where the Universe
placed a gentle pat
on an emotion with the lights out.
I held your eyes away,
inside my emptiness in vain
ceasing to stifle
the wings on a tender name,
plume on my heart,
suffused in rustling
among endless fields of flax
clouds of pain arose
whilst the senses wavered
on my way back.
It was night.
Oh my love,
these high hopes
worn and torn
and I could not forget you.
In the end.
