Faster than dark, from disillusioned skies
Of sable silk, the stars release their grasp,
Descending into bitter winds that rasp
Against the feathers of a night who flies
Faster than silence born of memories
Mislaid. Forever’s yesterday departs,
Bequeathing loneliness to lonely hearts
That learn their fate belatedly, and frees,
Faster than time, the miseries of lost
Remembrances, of prophecies untold,
Of providence’s unrepentant hold
That falters with the failing of the host.
But even were this fate foretold before
No such collapse could sway the paramour.