That last night

When you came like the falling snow
Dripping, melting into my mouth
The trees, whispering softly
Against translucent, mist encrusted windowpanes
The pale winter moon peering in
Listening through the curtains
As I called your name for one last time
Before I had to leave
Taking with me memories
Of what had passed through the long hours
Of the thrusting night
Where death meets birth
And, of the eternal light of knowledge
A glimpse is often seen
Almost hidden among the sheets
Amid the cries and the warm wet afterness
Of a released soul
In search of Life


© 2002 Barry Fitton