and i said goodbye
and i said goodbye
to the crystalline dream
whence i was a poet,
and she a queen
while the rest feel few
and far between
for even the night
bore a privileged sound
our hearts beating slowly
as feet on the ground
like walking through fields
of sweet, wet grass
that would bow, then rise
as we would pass
but time, fear: my monsters,
devoured all the nights
dissolving the lines
between wrong, between right
between love, between like
now often i wonder,
does she think of me much?
when it seems passing time
has stiffened my touch
when feelings of late
find my nose to the breeze
for the smell of the sunshine
for the perfume of trees
for the scent of a woman
whom i did not please
if i could not cry
how sad that would seem
when saying goodbye
to the crystalline dream
