Your urbane strides
Topped with a knowing countenance
Covered in butterscotch skin
Browned by your light.
Inside you were a mill
Outside a mill pond.
That composed heart
Inciting smiles all the while.
They say a flowers releases most scent
When it knows it’s about to die
You definitely didn’t know
And you definitely didn’t smell
But you know what I am trying to say
You always did.
My other railway track,
Now not touching in the distance.
I will breath the air for you
With the internal echo of always
If I can breath at all.
Your going, has taken reason with it too.
With no need to imagine.
Your star now shooting
Golden trails to where
I’ll see your soul once more.
But not on this run
Not on this earth
Will verse flow from your tongue again
No more boards will your feet tread
Never to see light dappled through amber
To surrounded ourselves in barley.
As greedy posterity has grabbed into the past.
You held up the sky
And now that you have passed through the gate
It has collapsed.
I cannot see.
Charcoal scratched into my eyes
Black leaves in nouses
Hang from the evergreen.
The music never died inside you.
And now music can’t survive.