if it were the last of them
the stream of endless years
if we ruled the last of them
holy stalwart spheres

had it been a motionless
disguise of fantasy
a spin of modest voidness
stroll into levity

had it been the last of it
the sooty pangs of love
if it were the final lie
of all intolerables

of all it is and what was not
that none shall ever be
a dream of burnished glossy hearts
in love eternally

only if i had her close
as hope clings onto fright
as drowning bodies hang onto
a ruinous ocean tide

a word or two could restitute
the stolen bliss of old
as flames of dying stars in sky
in stories left untold

for slopey graves of trailing night
wailing eat such souls
breaking journeys as a breath
sweeping take control

of minds which peer into dark
longing a rosy dawn
reeling under a shadow breath
float away be gone

to land in but where is no dream
motionless fantasy
in hope of such a void where
we shall never meet