Upon moments breath
I bury ghosts
That surrender soft
Like glimpses caught
Of past hours sweet
In tenderness sought
Your figure at
The gates in thought.
The fiery skies
Are but flaming stars
To tremble meekly
Long and scarred
In violent passion
Neatly folded
The memory
But a token.
A gesture that
Was thrown adrift
A longing
That once was kissed
Within an hour
A wretched thing
Listen closely
To everything.