Echo about Your frolicking self. The rain is but a flicker To the decay of warmth. I want to hold A form that wilts, no more, When the tears come as razors To the skin that has bled only coldness. Your frozen silence, Leaks memorabilia. Of earing and necklace Latched to flesh, Discarded from youth. For oldness has encased you Dreary in its manifest. I entrust you to the Earth. I want to kiss Breath, that does not grow back To receive my maneuver With the swell of life From one risen bosom. Call to me, Oh, dear, For I beg of you To never leave Without something else to call home. Your eyes, Once a radiant stare. Now a place in my mind Where I say to it, "I beware."