walking

long-shadowed

on a dusty path

once mud

the guiding trees

bend east

as if to worship

the dawning sun

though truly

from top to bottom

they are crippled

bent against

the western winds

I brought you here once

when dimmed

dark skies

threatened

nay

blasted our faces

in a relentless

merciless

wind

our lips

softened by

passion

all hallowed now

in the grave 0f thoughtless 

love

I see

between the willowed wands

Eridanus

meandering

on horizoned edge

I sit

bemused

by fate