Repose, the pace and shift as given to interval with turn of rest and pause. So many moons in turning, so many dawns since last I saw, and still your name I call. How far the step and fall of stride, how long this lonely winter?
In leap and dance with flash then blaze, the crackling spit of kindle. I gaze, adrift the time and fall to the vagaries of trance – as tumbles the darkling space, Cimmerian with taint of vision.
I retreat from hold of noble thought and plunge in exposition of instants. Caliginous shades in stir and haunting; draw and quip without mercy. Here I am helpless, exposed to truth and disconsolate of position.
Forsaken of all hope, with moments tenebrous as would be lost to shadow, I am given to solitude as would be riven by grief. – Alone to the revenant, in return of battles lost and forfeit of ambition – I mourn your absence in weeping.
By the candour of light from minute spared, before the flame and searching, I drift in conflagration of will and give surrender. You are mine in colours yet not mine, as bound by covenant and set by place.
Outcast by envy, without right and beyond the bounds of honour, I am filled to choler and rage. This is my crime, as passion wells and memory of your image be saved. His touch not mine, his limbs with yours entwine – of who do you dream, how missed my kiss, what crush in turn say I?
As burns hidden, without virtue, I take these thoughts as flame but give no space to their being. – For you are my temple and in you I worship – devout before glory and lost to its image. In crusade of Grail, be damned – but I shall not fall in crusade of the heart.
In leap and dance with flash then blaze, the crackling spit of kindle. I gaze, adrift the time and wake from vagaries of trance – as tumbled once the darkling space, I wake still sure of love.