You
on the last day of freedom my love sighed to me
her tears were borrowed from the rivers
and her hair was torn like a covering of petals scattered from the flowers fair
everything i need is within me still her face and kind manner
worn like a coat
come down from the night like a wisp of the heavens
and if i hold you in my upraised palms be one with me again
gentler like the vesper hushed upon a candle ushers in
the chromal luminescence of peace to hold and nurture me
like warmth
on the last day of freedom my tears issued from the storm clouds
the last touch of our fingers addled by the distance into agony
we will be together soon and like an illness this is all in passing
but my love for you will never cease to be