Sunday, 4 September 2016

Whispers I No More Utter

This morning is red
Even though dawn has slipped away    
These drops which leave their home
A forgotten elegy beneath
The grey slow clouds they hum

I remember a embrace like this morning
Partly full of longing
And partly ridden with abandon
How incomplete the same skies seem
No different than my immobile passing

This journey is now a point itself
No goal, no home to hope for
Inchoate our story shall be
But nothing has felt more absolute
And more complete than this love I carry within

Your kisses break at the doorstep 
Of a haunting memory of autumn
That autumn is about to knock again
And again 
The world shall immerse in blinding rain