The last remaining ember,
The twin stars colliding
Present at my birth,
Beside as I lay dying
The ruins of Rose City,
The treasure of Bell Island
The air beyond my fingertips,
The morning mists of Titan
The sun behind clouds:
But now, you’re breaking through
You are the bedrock of all promise:
The chilled light of the moon
You, You
Always you
My storied prince
My mortal muse
How much that I need solitude
Enough I may regret
How I could spend infinitude
Having always just met
The loneliness of winter
That lingered through the spring
The delirious delight
That summertime will bring
The amenity of autumn
The harmonious quartet
Of rain and wind and you and I
The evening that we met
I’ll write a song called The East End
For he who was more than a friend
Composed in a phantom key,
A microbarom frequency,
And when you cross the overpass,
Won’t you hear it say, “Alas.”
I’ll write a song called Paris Blue
And dedicate the words to you
I’ll fold our little happy psalm
Until it fits inside your palm
Like a kiss, a moment fleeting,
Locked inside for your safekeeping
I’ll write a song called Begin Again
Non in eadem
Each verse, in truth, will be a bridge
Leading past the horizon’s ridge
And by Apollo’s homily,
Won’t life hum with transcendency
I’ll write a song called Autumn Light
And my, won’t you think it a sight?
‘Tween bars of gold, each note will glow,
Waving towards the ground below
And by Nature’s sweet elegy,
We three will grieve in harmony
I’ll write a song called Fare Thee Well
Upon it, Time shall cast her spell.
Bound by stone and blessed by sage,
The melody shall never age.
And by the Moon’s astral decree,
Our song shall haunt eternity.
You, You
Always you
My fearless faith
My fortitude
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