long on this path
I, on wanderer's questless quest
sky gray unworked by painter brush
a background fill that robs
rusts lichen of last blush and hues
the path, mine, is fading:

yearning now for sapphire dawn
for gleam from dwellers' blinds defying light
to promise Me
wanderer
beyond the outstretched hand the mind the trembling fingers
numbed with night
Your reach.

mine, this memory:
You I
cloud domed downs feathering the naked silk embrace
and lusty flames dancing a kissing warmth
and calm glow conquering the still of the hearth
reaching
reaching through all shuttered blinds
uncoloured nights: confiding

You Promise Me!