At a moments notice this stalking heart
beckons to affections fallen short.
To once again soak in loves blissful-art,
yet to feel a thing is to pay a debt in part
still to refrain is much more dark
so, only once more will i lend my mind a heart.
Assured by lovers assurest rights,
true love and i one this calm night.
Thoughts, hopes, dreams, our mirror plight;
starred skies above waters gleaming sight.
Their drifting oblivious to oblivions dithering fright
or the very scheming pressures of worldly might.
Yet, what a pity to allow the heart
to scour the past of such a worn start.
To lay or lean against a revolving door
of what we did? thought? felt?- nevermore.
All now lies, our triadic metaphor.
So, I turn from passionate western skies
pull and rend my heart deep from bodily seat-
whisper: sleep-sleep-sleep.