The alabaster of his skin
Lights up her morning slumber.
In the refracted quiet light
Their dreams are swept asunder.
Eyes meet across the downy slopes,
Hands reach for one another:
Too soon dawn came, the time too quick
To part, when stay they’d rather.
The sweetness of her kiss goodbye,
Its wretchedness in valour…
Her absence hence robbed all his nights
Of their vivid colour.
And, as she watched the amber skies,
His tenor’s soft recalling…
Her weary frame in sleepless nights
For his sake only falling.
So raw today, as years pass
Their passion will grow weaker,
Until one day forgot be he
And he’ll neglect to seek her.
vic briggs 