Stalled.
Because each granite-necked minute strangles
desire\'s set sail shall grief\'s tongue so anchored
see love\'s dazzling coast no more ?
Shall a tear-drenched spark within ready breast
not light on horizons new and warm ?
Because a mature pearl\'s glint becomes staved
on death\'s barrier reef shall this sea-siren wait
to become blind to advances ?
Shall the caged heart\'s talons gnawing at need
not see night\'s silk rise unshackled ?
Because cinders grow cold when un-bellowed
shall a stacked basket not harbour fresh coals
with flint to spark smouldering ashes ?
Shall stalled life not take a late fur-lined climb
to tomorrow\'s state of shared romance ?