O Woman So Sad Poem by Kevin Goddard

O woman so sad, why
Does your face fall like a broken
Crocus on the pillow, saffron
And shaded as the still image I
Once saw of you, a girl, yet I knew
More than any other, the gold mother
Of my desires, to lay me one day
In beds of lillylust that would not,
Could not, surely, rust or be forgotten,
like the rings we put on, unbeginning
and unending,
Of hope, to bind us, unbreaking
Wills, to mind us, and pick us
Up if we’d ever fall?

Don’t you know, woman
That the pillow, like saffron,
Though silk to touch as your cheek,
And puffed like your hair wafting
Winsome in the open window’s wind,
Falls through the fingers, and the more
You clutch, the more you wring
The more the flimsy falls
of flower feathers float away
and leave
Only our dreams for us
to weep on?