Precious lady
Growing old
Milky eyed
Gazing deep
At day’s demise
Sunset peaches
Pink firelight
That fading orb
Your crystal ball
You cannot hold
The fickle light
that slips away
to where
he waits
So long
Gone
His blue eyes
Those placid pools
Have dried up
In seasons with no rain
No shoulder
Strong above you
To nest your head
No fingers touch
Your skin
Only
Twisted fists
Squeezing
To crush your heart
And steal your breath
Not a moment too soon
Patience
Without pleasure
Darkness bursts
Born of the lost sun
Falling in moonbeams
To kiss your lips
For him
