I'll Pass It By, Your Memory Poem by james watkin

I'll pass it by, your memory.
Twas of a dream, maybe.
Yes, I pulled you off a dissolving wall;
Merely waking to recall!
Yes, some starry bridge-border, and of worlds
Yours, the rare; ours, the tarnished.
You, and your impossible sweetnesses -
Grace unto grace accomplished.

I'll let it go, your retrospect.
Moon-dust, I suspect.
Yes, the backdrop was too preposterous
Those city nights raised for us.
Yes, in re-counting dishes' sequences
Hand's wave of air would entail!
Those streets of drizzlings had gleamed too fairy
Of a horse-and-carriage tale!