Broader wavelengths turn to violet fog Our moments close, opaque and vague The needles lack panache and my soul hangs naked Wraithlike and gliding My garden wakes as your voice fades And I wish I, I could feel less jaded Or maybe just delayed it Old chimera There is the taste of ash as dead dreams spill from your mouth And even you the most thoughtless Die thinking And you rot as us all Breathing in decaying rhythm With the pulse of the void That eve, beneath the falling sky Eyes dilated, lips sticky with wine I’d still never felt further from you And in your quietude I knew you felt it too I knew you felt it too It’s such a shame how this acceptance feels more like fatigue But maybe rest is what we need? A gossamer dream? A moment to think To breathe (A moment for things to breathe) Those few thin cirri blown to strands Memories of the grandest dance Waltzes in a lotus trance All that I will ever need I'm ready to feel earth again I'm ready for this to end I can’t take your hand again I can’t pretend That eve, beneath the falling sky Eyes dilated, lips sticky with wine I’d still never felt further from you And in your quietude I knew you felt it too And through the arabesque of your clouded window I felt you looking down on me Sunk in twilight In our garden So far detached from what you promised me From what you promised us I have lost my appetite for spring