While longing,
notwithstanding empty arms
Spilled sparkling fluid memories of this.
The starlit summer
sensual decay
Cacaphony of
cricket-grinding greed
Impassioned by the
lengthening of the day
Has celebrated solstice in our need.
Unwinding through the
intervening years
Departure, such a
simple thing to do
Left ringing all the
seasons in my ears
And darkening the
image that was you.
This subtle
devastation of the night
For me, provides the
equinox you might.