From the windowsill
with a plaintiff tell to tale
I saw the tired look on your face

Rain on your souls' side
Leaving you was harder
The vacuous circle is broken now
We wept to see our goals swept

Courage to last our cords
those warring ranting days
fade away
Don't take to the clouds
before you can fly

nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.

~
Pristine upturned mouth
charitable sanguineous lips
****** only when they sound as a heart murmur
filtering through dark canticle streams
to the bottom of a kalonoù pond
no more...
~