A gaze from my window, at an aging tree,
In a dull fading glow, a shadow of me,
As an overripe sun red, sinks heavy in defeat,
Into the hazy smog bed, over the dusty street
A meandering thought of you climbs to me suddenly,
Like merging drops of dew, forms, spreads languidly
Oblique, strangely adrift, you fluctuate in warm allure
As moments of past shift, to ones I’ve yet to conjure,
Sometimes I suspect, my deepest fears are,
Strong premonitions, like a pre-wound scar,
As life hurls me wildly, into my unshared space,
All I fear (even mildly), I shall inevitably face.
Of this longing I can’t say, where does she rate,
That grows in me this day, is she a hibernate?
Waking slowly now, her sight, reflecting on me wanly,
Or was it her that moonless night, hadn’t we met suddenly?
What cure now, of her faint effervescence?
Her trace glow, that shall follow forever hence,
To sniff up in empty hotel rooms of derelict towns
Where she never had wandered, but now abounds
PB
