If your Memory Hearkens

Every drop of this ink’s lifeblood
Every footstep’s ghost
On a snow clad road
The impartial touch of wintry dew
The partial kiss of a lighted matchstick
Every sense that exists
Or thought which persists
Carries me to you

And all of it is true

But if you stop loving me
I will steel my heart
To rage winter with fire
I will kill the waves
And burn tides at pyre
Don’t search for me then
For I will be lost
In the night’s quagmire

Forgetting and forgiving
The lure of your lyre

But if the sound of my sight
Still wakes you up at night
If the trails in your memory
Still form a canvas
Which reminds you of I
In the fullest of colour and sketch
Scorching the dark of the night

Then,
Will I surrender my heart to you
My beloved
I will revel in the solitude
In your quietude
And I will yield my being
In all ways true