A Letter
Dear Demascus,
You are a well-watered soul
The winds here are fierce today
Voices through green flames
And all
The moments
Groan with a burning loneliness
Fanned
By the memory of our lives
There is only so much
And the moments of profound separation
Find us
Pushed into the chamber of our hearts
- Turn the cards
- Toss the coins
- Form the crosses and the lines
Capture this gust of fate hissing across
The un-sculpted blue
Flames consume, destroy the fuel of their own existence
Young love, it was lost before it began
This is all I know
And this is all worth knowing:
The pliancy of once young ragged and stiff with age
I have not forgotten the lesson of inadequate years
Or your symbol,
Mick