Now, that I have gone

I wish I'd stayed, a little longer

To wake up laughing ... in your arms

'Cross the green acres of my heart,

You've let the horses run, and

Sirens in a November night, and

I tiptoe through this fragile life

The world is freezing outside

But I'm in it for the long ride

Just a child barreling through the tests

And I hope that all I borrow I can lend

And I hope that all I receive I can send

These strings the only things I understand

In, the amethyst waters of my mind

I have let the poet live, unjustified, and

My thoughts, like jet lines

on an evening sky

Parallel, yet always on two sides

And, if only in each day

I could learn to love, entirely, and

Sing myself from these,

from these trivialities