To the Jaded

1996

Destroyed the tallest

Of dearest securities

Let the hollow stamp of passion

Steal it all away

 

For the love in me has died

With the falling of our weather vane

That lingering voices

And insatiable downpours

Of confusion

Have persuaded to fall

 

Rusted vane

You squealed enough

In the April breeze

And now you are gone

The silence lies softly

Like the blush of shyness

On my broken hearted

Lamentations

 

We will spend

Our forever

Traversing in search

Of a thousand versions

Which remain but the same,

Beneath the heaviness

Of a single night…

Intolerable.