Your love died
and I am quiet, peaceful
my breath a silent pool
you, a passing jewel

My heart, determined
not to be broken
but my waters are still
withering from the unspoken

My funfilled valley
no longer a happy clatter
and my tide is unmoving
it no longer matters

I feel the breezes
kissing my mirror like doldrums
I feel no more joyous trance
as the water skeeters dance

Where this slow death goes
is not within my evaporated mind
and my fading dreams
once embraced your kind

If I believed in miracles
which sadly, I do not
I could pray for your return
and feel my heart’s ecstatic burn