2015 07 08
Though ripples of light in the midnight sky
reveal the way to your heart I forgot,
I stand alone by the lake of desire
and dream of the life we will never share.
I turn away from the blank book of dreams
and break thin branch from the tree of our trust
to transcribe on sand our story of love
erased by the wind that blows from nowhere.
I walk ten thousand miles on signless roads
and search for you from sea to shining sea,
and when I turn around to weep at loss
I find you are behind me all along.
I draw your real face in my book of dreams
and tear it out to make a paper mask,
but no one wants to play your tragic role,
so I hang it on a tree by your lake.