Ode to a Dying Dead Man
The winter’s bitter hand covers the ground
Rain clouds come out to play
Creeping in the night, it comes to sweep you away
A darkened dream, littered with shadow and sufferance
Muzzled and cowering in the shade of our contentment
The path we migrated
Now a shattered film strip of bleached dreams and glassy journeys
Flowing away down the dark river of fatal mortality
Taking my affection and aspiration with you to that nocturnal place
Dream of me amore
Behind that darkened veil
As I bat away the shadows that linger behind you