limbs stretched out
across your table
I let my vowels
get in front of my words

you are standing
there beside me
asail into the night
light gown
flailing

I knew your countenance
your face so fresh
in my mind
i see the course
of our ending

its a good thing
in shapes of things
to come
I feel it
from centuries before

Mistress come
unto my side
help me spell
this chant inside

lasting come
last is best
besot your crimes
crowd be blessed.

time is unkind
but age is beauty
sentience is natural
awareness is lurking.