The well runs dry,

weeds take over,

floor boards creak.

Herd of Holsteins

grazing on a hillside

moan in disbelief.

Your noble character,

a fence I could not cross.

With my head on fire

our endless love ends.

The face in a mirror

is now not my own,

self-deception was

a mindless game.

Astonished by love,

I failed to see you

because of the blinding

sunshine of your body.

In a wave of nausea,

I howl, regretting the

dead-end path we took.

Drowning in the balm

of grieving waters,

I long for the rapture

of your tender bones.