this mourning time is here again
shadowed sun rise pale clouds
signals night end once more undone
finds me breathless and moribund

I told you once, twice thrice and four
to shut it tight behind the door
you kicked it open to defy
the rules all broken so here I lie
moribund

glee and wild abandon in your cries
to tie to bind then unbind my sighs
abd blind then unblind my eyes
on edge ledged I teeter moribund

was it good I yield it was understood
but still deceit lies underfoot
pinned at the knees the heart fecund
yet souls entwined do find me moribund

you danced in from the leftist side
all your defiance I did abide
whence in my arms you at last did cry
and felt myself moribund

step back once, twice thrice and four
now remember said shut that door
if kicked again it breaks no bend
and death replaces moribund.

J.C. 19/03/2019.