I felt what felt like love to me.
Thy form, thy shape, I often ape.
Thy shadow hides inside my mind.
Thy words I still hear in my mouth.
It used to be I cherished thee.
The lens of time, a prism fine
Bent love into a different shape.
Then I saw thee differently.
What can I ever think of thee?
I pity thou, thy heart’s real pain!
Out of thy reach I hide to breathe
What air you’ve learned to suck, to steal.
Thou are no longer thee to me.
Now down and down and down away
Into a death thou must descend.
I will not sing to nourish thee.
I loved thee and I hated thee.
The viper, I, made you a shade.
I will not seek you in your cave.
I trust you not, neither myself.
I mourn thee and I mourn for me,
Confused wraith and orphaned snake,
Our unanticipated roles.
I know not what we will become,
When I don’t sing thy songs to thee.