Love Poem: Her Lover

Her Lover

Her Lover

There was no moment of silence

No vacant half breathing of poignant momentum

The falling stars could not entice from her heart

Or burden a single second with the simplest ghost of import

The open unwritten pages of her book left devoid of ink-ed blood

She does not ponder on the swirling fogs
It is those dank and drear mist which contemplate her

Darkest expression of nothing

Cold walled the clammy plaster and Armour
Iron shoveled and buried deep

Never to dance all for smiles or walk from the island marooned

No spark of life but vacant inspiration

No tears other than those wept long ago
Are now her only memories of sorrow

It is cold now

The words of passion and obsession
Sleep with their talk on her tongue

Her life undone
Love she turned her back upon

Love she walked away with uncaring grace
And a high hand haughty wave

With such a fire in her eyes un-kindled
Un-eternal

And shadow he watched her Grey specter
Of no avail his soul traveling with her
There in the gnawing desolation of possibility
She
Left him