Tasting the cold rain of her lullaby dreamscape I floated through her open streets like open veins where we carried out our transfusion of love such was the umbilical cord of trust between us such was a long night's passions not a drop wasted she swallowed the waters that were spilt in open corridors rivers wide and winter white ever fluid as they wound their way into her dreamscape spinning webs of reality from potential and on nights like this I dream of who would have become if she loved me but she dared not and the cobwebs never spooled again never cast their wide net out into the hungry world where babes go to die and ne'er do wells eat breakfasts with smiles I waited for her and she never came it was then I knew the brutal cruelty of the world how promises age like foul eggs wherein one thinks oneself soon to be fed cracks open the vault of life and goes mad from the sight of the bitter truth that all men die of heartache long before their bodies give out long before they never heard "I love you" from tongues not forked and lips not peppered with the winter wonders of myriad men to whom love was also promised and never made manifest
A sad poem to end a good day that somehow ended sadly :)