a sealing of an envelope
my dear this and that
writings on the swaying of leaves
and a heart ripping as it falls
and a sincere goodbye
the dampening of an evening
prayers said in fear
how my knees strain
under the weight of a meaningless plea;
this god of mine is busy
back turned and swirling galaxies
and mixing stars and planets
in a golden goblet
pieces of letters melting in the rain
my dear this and that
these words sway with the leaves
and this heart rips on the way down
love is not made for me
no matter how much i pray
love is not meant for this nymph
Early Dew of Morning 