Failed Form

I find your form failed;

flustered by the breeze.

Sinuous stellar strip

that seeps with apparent ease

through the open window

and the raindrops start to tease

and the sill begins to rot

and my luck begins to squeeze.

I find your form failed;

neglected by my care.

The precipitation thickens

like anvils from the air

in a desperately dark deluge

and it collects in my hair

and I lean from my open window

and I was never really there.

22°

The cirrostratus sky frames your sweet smile

as the halo envelopes the lunar orb.

The pale light is twice reflected to the sea

and within it my worries are absorbed.

For the winter's dark is broken by your light

and the days are slowly getting longer.

With each parting cloud, your parting lips

and each sunrise seen, my heart is stronger.

In the solstice's end I find my solace;

you are the antidote for my furrowed frown.

For the halo that surrounds the pale moon

reflects upon the one I find upon your crown.

And when I am softened by such a spark

it makes me almost welcome a brief dark.