Brittled bones contract in the cold
Of a dying river’s bed
Pacing between the gods and dreams
Hoped then unremembered
The feet’s red rust encased with dust
Made sour the miles before
Now brought they here, the mem’ried fear
That I have not the more
time – I measured from dusk to dawn
Quick slipped those miles away
Between these trees and river’s breeze
Exposed in light of day
Were but I here in lack of light
Bereft of birds their song
Could I erase the pace – the space
I’ve come, but now too long
How I delight in lover’s light
Ill gotten in distress
But love light’s loss is just the cost
I sneeze so I be blessed
Here, I’ve found the lack of light
a chancel to my woe
So I baptize this moonlit night
With writhing lover’s throes
Mild Musings from a Mediocre Man 