and if I were to speak of it
long into the embers of the night
though the sun may rise
never would it blaze so bright without you
how beautiful our time spent together
the wind at our back blending effortless melodies with the stars
and the wheels of a train seem to spin backwards
as if to defy its destination
and in the dying twirling of it
bittersweet
autumn leaves gather speed towards the frosts
and spring grieves for a summer that never was
I remembered you angel
in the reliquary of my mind
but would have preferred
the warmth of your breath
Flynnpoetry 