The memory of your Face is as faint
As the glimmer of stars Seen through
The misty veil
Of a sombre
Darkening winter
Dusk
It was not always Thus
When you
Briefly streaked Across my sky
I too burned
In an uncandescent glow
Now so far apart Meeting
is as Impossible as
Hope of immortality
Across the fields Of
yesterday
I see you
Retreat
Little more than A dot
Where earth and sky Strive endlessly
to meet