Animus

Tell me when you’re comingso I can sweep the leaves from my door;Autumn’s gold cascade has lefta taste of melancholy on my lipsoutside the garden sheds its yearly prideand pear tree’s bone branches pointtheir fingers to eternity.Tell me when you’re comingso I can paint bright shadows to seduce,reminisce my summer smiles, tie a knot inspring's synopsis of youth, amalgamate lastwinter’s snow-capped thawing,wash this city’s pale tiaraface fallen wishes trampled underfoot.Turn my thoughts from vestiges of decayso we can stare into a bright night of starsunchain Andromeda from her rocktune into the language of the spheres,remember spirit’s brought us to this placeand silence is the only gap I can’t crossto bring me to you.