Keepers Of Time To Go
you will never pour from my eyes
the way coffee volunteers to fall
from the spout of a diner's pot.
i will never turn my face to the sound of
your laugh, like the eyes of an owl
when the night has knocked.
our era is ending, unraveling the
threads of obsession. the addiction
i have fought over twenty five years
has knelt before me with a plea
to let it go. the sough of the earth
tugs at the leg of our love story and
moonlight lifts my head to show me
other stars. your breath is one last
windy day i have to push against.