With the sickle of Moons
Time’s fine lines
And the patina of truth
The sepia stain
Of days run away
The nightly pain
Of things unsaid.
I will love you
Better than any other
You are my blood
My soul
My lover
Your impress
Carved
Deep in my flesh
Your dark eyes
In the children
We’ve left.
Don’t cry
Don’t fret
I’ll never leave
I will stay here
Through eternity.