A light flashes behind my eyes, and shadows,
Which only I can feel, are cast before they vanish
Without fear, but still I fear for them⎯I fear for
Light that eats away at night skies
As the hidden moon smiles.

Before the clouds part, his heart is heard
Breaking beneath the beaten pavement
That lines your garden.  Salt marsh mallows
Can taste the blood and dip low to lick
The soil, but their September shades fade from pink.