Try to write a poem for my love
A few words scattered on an empty page
Like the long dead dust of a summer's day
Like the powdered wings of a sprightly fae
Now slumbering deep in a chilly grave.

Try to pass the time for my love
Brooding, wrapped in blankets of gloom
Shivering still in the high afternoon
Waiting for night, that enviable moon
To close my eyes and dream too soon.

Try not to yearn too much for my love
Despite the leaves gone spotted and brown
And iron clouds rolling round and round
Behind me trailing a misty gown
Like a wraith, until my love is found.