a year secures its legacy
as the moon veils her phase
with light facing inward, reflecting
the passing of life's days,
and an aura
surrounding morning
its all to fated hand
that I often think about, but can seldom
understand  -   the love  

you imparted with the waxing
of a tear -  faithfully
a promise, the gift of but one year..
of days and nights as
lovers
an all to fatal vow... now
ending as you take your leave
along with goddess
and her throne, shrouding me
in memory - and standing
all alone....

I fell in love between seasons
and lines upon the page
of a "Pride and Predjuice"
that held me at its door...somehow
you wanted more..more

than autumn,
could itself hold - and less than winter,
chilled  to warmth, yet not its bitter, icy cold
and with the last of nights candle
burning, you took it from my hair,
the ribbon
and its pleasure, pressed it to the page
closing the book on what would come -
between seasons and a flame
that slowly slipped away, as did
reason, pride, all shame

bkmackenzie