Old Wishes

Old wishes drift on tainted strands gathering mist, out to the sky-- a balmy tree where our restful arms entwine that soon... stars ebb and glimmer far like kisses fierce, then gently tossed into many decades of moonlight and gust. On the last of winter's flakes, pale shadows came for you unannounced--- I bled, agonized on piles of shattered ice homeless within our cozy room...where are you? And swallows reel across the tracks my breathing low, engraved with sighs upon dim tears and gentle rain ; this need to grow old with you undone: I dream no longer of new season's list As aging years become—cold, languid While birdsong’s hymn remind me... How lovely your eyes are, asleep.