fallow hours lay like ruins
time was a stage for sleepless eyes
for want of a touch night barely moved
neath salty rain, in night- weary guise
as I shake the air with half uttered words
fits and starts of oaths for tomorrow
and un-lived life like an albatross
so well did it steal, so easy did it borrow
Love was a wastrel wind
gone from peace its comfort wasted
like sand thru fingers of my hands,
victory on tongue yet was defeat i'd tasted
Moon and magic descended into this man
where belief acquired talons and thirst
an emptiness. where once he dreamt a soul
cold breath of its last, bold fires of its first.
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