Forever shall I be the out-
Cast — the dust by no rule
Abides— on weary lanes to bout
If blown, awry, I pule,
Scattered, carried on, alone, found
Translucent, if allowed, endued
With particles abound
Swept, easily clustered, accrued,
Vulnerable— tis when alight
In scant amounts; of late,
Accumulate, to excess, sight
Of all that I summate.

My love for thee— a single thread;
When cut, it drifts afloat.
Into the sea of doubt it’s led
Wherein the waves it wrought.

Departing of thy craggy shore,
Its soil adorns thy grime.
Away from thee I sailed, afore;
For thee I long and rhyme.

These waters dim, azure their shade,
In tear and salt they drench
Tis love from memory to fade;
Tis flame forfeit and quench.

You are my star of long ago,
You are my light from outer space.
You are my sun and rain and snow
By which my heart is shaped in place.

My love of you has failed somehow,
A truth I’d thought was to suffice.
A truth now sunk in blackened slough
Wherein I sense my sacrifice.

A light gone dim for which I long
Will ever shine in air so thin;
A memory bereft of song—
My silent pain, my deepest keen.

You are a star of long ago—
A twinkling shape imbued with pride.
For you the seas will ebb and flow;
In time my heart from you will tide.

Alway the ghost of you enshrines
My heart in memory gone faint.
It’s true, you know, my love still shines;
Clad in darkness, boundaries chained.

My robes are steal, my heart desire,
E’er comes the sun your presence air;
This street we walked is set afire
By rays of light, O sweet despair!

When night comes by I know it’s true—
The glimpse of you remains here still;
Forever shrouding every hue
Of all that’s fake and all that’s real.

No longer should I give you heed
As shadows by the night are cast.
And though your love is all I need
The ghost of you can rest at last.

What will become of me?
And what will become of you?
Will you let me be your husband?
Or will you take me to the zoo?
Will you let me be your monkey?
O will you let me be your king?
Will you be my doe, or will you be my queen?

What shall become of us?
Together or apart
In castles true and garnished;
In lodges of broken hearts.
Will my fame become your mirror?
Or in your mirror will I live?
Will I be your Adam?
Or will you be my eave?

In love and in forgiveness
No snake can shed a tear.
In knowledge and as equals
Forever here—
In this paradise of heaven,
None are stardom in defeat.
A kingdom of salvation,
Angels fallen to their feet.

And now as much as ever,
As clear as ever been:
Equality and conscience—
A lying reptile’s skin.