Like a lighthouse stands
Firm against the stormy sea,
My love stands for you.

Does this winter sun
Throw my pale wat'ry shadow
Across your new life?

And do you ever
Hear an echo of my voice
In the frigid wind?

Do the fallen leaves
Of autumn, in their burning
Bear a thought of me?

Or does the iron
Winter ground throttle and bind
Such fading fragments?

Fully sated, sane
With calm, post-coital tristesse.
A single tear falls.

Crisp, al-dente,  plump,
The fresh pluck'd samphyr buttered,
Sucked from its bousai.

The passage of friends,
With us through the waking lands,
Is sunlight on frost.

Autumn chill has come,
Turning leaves to red and gold.
The year dies, dyeing.

Double pulls the horse
That's willing.  They wouldn't ask
If you weren't the best.

The snake moves like glue.
Drip-feed of punters who tell
Us where to stick it.