Sparkatale

The Pendant

for Danny

Three years on, and worlds have passed

Between our meeting and the

Present hour, where sighs still rise to heaven.

The seas seem somehow lifeless now,

Oh how they roared when flames still burnt

And lives still intertwined, and futures glimmered.

How different now the tree-lined path

That we once walked together, when our

Happiness seemed so unquenchable.

One date supplants another, and betrayals

Still efface the promises that went between us

As the March-time morning passed with quiet chill.

Your words ring on, still now, through all your silences,

And endless, doleful days devoid of sunrise,

Not painful, no, but altogether meaningless.

And three years hence, some shadow haunts me,

From days when all my meaning died for you,

Then passed upon the river into legend.

4/3/19