Our Time

Too the royal time we had

A species of moment

Endangered from birth

With proud peacock feathers

Of molten embers

Burning backwards for the while.

I sprawled like the baby

That crawled

From the crib.

It dripped from its core

Sparkling vapours

And spores

Enticing on the nose

The essence of rose

And we were framed

As living marble.

The night hummed like a ghostly

Drum winding down the song.

Our song, at one with nature.

A brief alignment

An eclipsing moon

That shone brighter

Than ever .

We were as static

As the starry attic

Above.

Yet we both knew

Death was destiny.

To shatter into jaded shards

While clumsy bards

Wove with lines of silk

To bring us back again.

Never more

Shall the fair winded weather

Blow through the heather

And carry your sweet and tender voice.

So pour more words as streams

Of vintage joy.

The bottle empties

As the beat begins to ache

Set against the looming break

Of fated dawn.