Reflections II

A memory of ancient tearstains
Is all I feel that remains.
And on the surface of the starlight—
Reflections of a world in the dark.

A memory of ancient towers.
I taste their fall in the sunrise.
On the garlands of their flowers…
Dew that blushed with our goodbyes.

And in the tears of death and stone,
Reflections I could not call my own.
They stood within the eyes of another:
With laughter of old within their sea.

A kiss of night—came the hour to depart.
Winter had come for me within my sleep.
I could not give voice upon my heart,
For my slumber alas! had grown deep.

“Goodbye” is brief. A meeting, uncertain.
Each, I bear as my burden.
And in the depths of fractured moonlight
Something stirs beside me in the dark.

© 2021 Marten Hoyle