Lit. Poem by Kevin East

You stand behind
The candle of a memory.
Lit
Like a portrait
By Da Vinci.
With the detail
Of Canaletto.
Within me
She dwelt.
A masterpiece
That I freed
To the wind.
And felt
The falsetto
Of a silent goodbye.
Lit
Is my heart
By her sigh.

You hide behind
The fire in my soul.
Lit
Like a starry night.
Van Gogh
Would know my passion.
And turn in his grave
Hidden from sunlight.
Rachmaninov
Would play in fashion
One night,
A concerto modern.
Though my dreams are sodden
With pitying rain.
Lit
Only by
A crescent moon
When we both look up
In pain.
Forever is soon
And never-
Wields a chain.
Lit
By a star
Down a lonely lane..