Long nights under a crescent moon
swollen and cool with sweet milk
that spills over the blended blue.
The stars twinkle with understanding
as, eyes swollen with tears,
you tremble in your recent past.
Back one revolution round the clock,
the sun was bleeding into purple
as I lay bleeding into white,
my hand curled softly like a flower,
ghost of the life it wrenched away,
pale as now the moon, so glorious.

I live now where the songbird sings
where morning, crisp as autumn leaves
provides its salve to soothe my pains
to wash away my yesterdays.

The wind, through open window, curves
a hand to touch your empty face
and whisper into wondering ear
sweet dreams that canter through the clear.
Forever shall I stand with you
In memory, in your loneliness
In memory, in your cursed state
In memory, I am free with you.