Today is dying,
and the shadow’s dust floods
the daylight land.
Dreadful have I grown
as I am constantly drowned
by wild naps
A certain dream has
chilled me
Drilling into the marrow
of my entire bones
A dream that your love
for me
No longer was like the dew
upon the lawn
That flirts a while and
then goes.

Today is dying, today is
done

I lay here,
one fallen leaf filtering
like a clod
One sad lion hunting,
I am an empty boat in the sea,
What else to do but adhere
to the silhouette of
a rosebud
Or feast on memory’s corpse
And hope that the clock may
soon gather the fragments
of our love
Today is dying, today is
done.