We walked by the river in the green of our sun,
we bathed in dry leaves beneath the red of our sun,
you left me bone cold with my senses undone.
You stole away in the grey mist of fresh gloam,
your call like a crake cracked the glaze of the gloam,
I drifted on water laced white with spun spume.
I watched silver light slip through fingers of trees,
I held stars in my mouth as they dropped from a tree,
It motioned its limbs and called me banshee.
I forfeited yellow and the lime of new days,
I cared little for life or the passing of days
I lay in the ash of our once dazzling blaze,
ice burned in my throat and silenced my wails,
mute notes tried to find you but were lost with no scale.