We sought what seemed shelter from a shattered past.
Held tightly to tattered fragments as tired and brittle
As time itself. Resolved to make some stand that would seem to last
Beyond dissolving dreams, some fragment of a star
and yet, in the end, held little
That would see us through even just one hard night.
With one glimpse of anger, one slipped step of fear
And a world reaching to be whole again, relapsed into a rout of fright.
And a germ of doubt rendered a harvest of tears,
A blight of recrimination for harm; not yours, not mine;
For savage wounds and memories that have not time;
Only eternity, forever now, forever night.