slowly the dusk wilts,
trembling like silk flowers on her lips
as the light wraps round itself,
in a million knots, some exotic dream -
re-reading old letters.
her dark hair shadows the October moon
as she sleeps,
fused to memories of days
ripe purple upon the heath, of being one -
eyes dewed with love.
there from the frozen sky,
he smiles still, reciting lines that
since long burnt in his perfect heart,
transcending death and re-birth -
to woo her sweet Soul.
(I meant this as a little dedication to one of my favorite poets. Written as an afterthought to the movie “Bright Star”)