Here fades the crown,
Here the season comes around,
Rolling through fog and history
In rolled out shades of sound.
Love held an arm out
For the merry voyage,
A promise to prolong the majesty.
Can a kiss halt the tears,
Halt their pacing upon a face?
Too fast to find the dark
Worth skipping over, upon remark –
That speech would repeat
Yesterday’s message of defeat.
It was from clouds that kneeled
Into their gray past.
It was from the skies that stole
All things to be found.
A journey that to its rush
Crashed to burn, faded at a touch.
As the first tears fell
From the Heaven’s gathered decay,
I drew with brush for sorrow’s play.
I pulled the curtain aside –
To remind this pledge
That love grows even from coffins.
A passing winter –
The evening tide,
An inborn, divided gatherer
To the petals that never hide.
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