LOVE’S DYING LIGHT

It’s gone.  I let it fall into the trash.

It was not meant to live with jewels encased.

A builder’s tool it was, and should have been

for fastening the non-abstract of life:

the corners, benches, table-tops and shelves.

And yet on velvet-red it lay for years

as honored there as all the golden chains.

With silent sorrow was it given me

and laid so gently upon my hand.

He had searched his pockets too empty large

and found one dully satin silver wing nut—

to give in place of the awaited goodnight kiss,

an offering to say goodbye, “It’s over…”

For he had found a more completing love

although his love for me had never failed.

In memory of tears and soft regret,

for many silver velvet years, it lay

with spreading upward outward seeking arms

to catch the master’s hand as tightly sealing

he would turn it finishing off his work.

Till, time drifted, it lay in chalklike gray,

and sugar-powder dust, so softly sifted,

fell upon the velvet there.

But now at last I’ve let it fall away—

the love, the dream too long held fast,

let slip from my hand, my life, so swiftly final

the ghosted gray, once satin silver, fallen…

disremembered.  But no, not yet—

an echo drifts in misting memory

still, of one love’s gentle dying light.

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