I Have Lost My Appetite for Spring

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