[My face is old now]

My face is old now, frost and snow

Crustate my hairs and eyebrows, a great flow

Of white from top-to-toe.  Each day I feel

My bones grow old with waiting for the feel

Of earth against their sides instead of flesh,

That time when all that I am will slide through the mesh

Of the world up into a vast, unyielding sky

Untouched by bird, unseen by any eye.

And I know you are there, amongst them all.

They took you away, at night I lie awake and call.

I think about the time we met, how long ago

It was, before we ever knew the flow

And ebb of love like beaches touched by waves

From dawn far into the nights, before the words

Began to stick and move in different ways.

I see it all, like spring it follows

All before.  Even now, after all these years apart,

I can look inside, and find you here,

Like spring, eternal spring, inside my heart.