Never have I lostSo dearly in my dreams,
Holding onto what
You must have given me:
A place as placid as teardrops
Falling,
Lonely and solid and true.
Never forgotten, never remembered,
Always thereafter blue.
Your heart told me of towers,
Neverending windows and
Doors;
Your mind held compassion
To which I never understood.
Now marked by a singing meadow,
Broken by a falling petal,
Cowering with ease under
Darkly numbered trees.
Never have I lost so
Sadly in a dream,
The tower of the love
We had, I see,
and
Under it the darkly
Numbered trees, watching
As I fell, weightless,
Landing on my softly
Sheltered bed.
If there is something I
Remember you for,
It would be the manner
In which you taught me
To love.
