The lovers in their windows
drew my bitter eyes;
Heavens aligned that I would find a heart on to rely.

The eyes that caught me glancing
were faded as my boots.
The words inane, we shared our pain in darkened disrepute.

Her breath assuaged discomfort
and hazed my gazeless stare.
Reserves dismissed for hollow bliss, I came to be ensnared.

She stole from me my envy
and catered to my pride.
At my whim she’d quell my dreams and hold herself astride.

Today is not remembered
by distant sons, estranged.
The grand divide one must decide is cold comfort or change.

The grains upon my table
could satisfy no more.
Again enticed, against advice, I shattered our rapport.

I sent my love a dying spring
so she’d remember me.
But when the tears fell from her face, they washed into the sea.

The stars that rose above me
emerged from out the foam.
And by their light, I stood, contrite, and spent the night alone.

Removed beside the brookbank,
in hopeless disarray,
The rock and roll will steal her soul and watch her float away.