Stone, brick,glass and sill
Bathed in silver and deathly still
Behold a figure leaped so high
Flashing past in the wink of an eye
With the wind blowing in your mane
...And the blood throbbing in your vein
Become the beast on the nightly prowl
Leaping up to give a chilling howl
Blind speed covered in a grunt
Eyes agleam with the thrill of the hunt
Your mind swaying to a haunting tune
Ah! To run under the full moon!

 

Long has the moment passed..but linger does the pain -
Cold, stinging and metallic..ripe and raw and heavy;
As the ears start to see... and the eyes listen,
I live and die in every breath...Becoming and unbecoming;
Your incomplete portrait with my heart's dye...fades into a void;
Memories haunt me...seeking sense of your absence.
Tired of meaning...my words seek silence
You and I shall not be but you alone...
For I'll be in the plane without a surface.