Is life this

Piece upon piece, of open and ripe imagery

In the whispered moments,

Where I dreamed to hold you beside me?

Do you still dream

Of every love gone right?

You would still like to

Roll among the fog and embers

Beneath the distant twilight.

You would like to

See me in my frailest state,

As I kiss into your ear

The sigh you expected.

Each tress of your hair

I wield like burning twine,

Upon this day

When I feel as though all has gone away.

You still feel

As though our love has gone astray

Like some child from its home.