Sky and bells gray as rock doves' wings--
Solstice at twilight.
The heavy bronze and iron heads swing slowly in the cold
And what issues is not sound, but only snow and silence
Meet me at the Old Church--
Wear your hair down.
God will not mind.
I wait on the steps in my navy pea coat and white hat and gloves--
As if I were already nothing more than shadow and vapor.
I look for you, a dark red rose against the monochrome--
Mistress of all beauty, to me.
I have always loved you best
In the moment when the air turns freezing.
Can you see my breath?
My heart beats, and as it beats, I collect words from the air as if I were a morphined patient;
What issues is not even quite love anymore, but only loss and darkness