Grieves my soul
Haunts me
With arpeggio notes.
Everything beautiful is sad,
Gilded with impermanence.
As wood into the furnace,
Is this yearly occurrence
That always leaves me wordless…
I’m afraid, so afraid,
This will be a winter too desolate
And without precedent,
That only memory
Can fill the emptiness.
Be my earth—be my sky
For someday we must die
And I want our dust to mingle,
But for now, Love,
Be the bed of sparks
I breathe upon and kindle.