Who knew such belongings?That the truest loveCould blendThe margins of lifeInto forgotten wants.

Autumn rolls against us―outside the morning chorus―you roll over― held in ivory sheets―looking― dawning tendernessin sleepy auroras sermon― animationpaved the simplest rule―along those stationary moments―and I fell for you in those words―it's so hard to get out of bedwith you there―

Now I am free,the lord of evermore hopes,amid kingdoms litby azure fires, absolutein self-remembered fortune

Love, an endless cacophonyOf hopes and dreams,Soon to suffer the ravagesOf infinite time, turningTo dust, heavenly stardust,Crumbling, engulfing, drownedIn the black hole of all there is.

I was misplaced airthat cradled all around you,held to cobalt skiesto shelter your fledgling wings.

Fly away,” sang little lark to the crow,“There is no home for youAmong the broken promises and empty hearts. We drewthe life we never mourned, away with fading dark.Your wings are fashioned from the cold, mindless liesof feathers tarred with pitch!

Who knew those detached wordscould conjure silent vows― flaming―fide et amor ― nothing lasts forever―