My Lovely, Mine. Goodbye.

Cobblestone, and eerie musk—

with teary eyes and solum dusk.

Foundate from States of grim hymns,

and lost wind upon your skin.

To shiver still,

and stare into the dark.

Where the air is cold,

and the dogs will bark.

But I saw the butterflies,

who travelled from your stomach to your eyes.

They swam sweetly,

And quickly died—

When I took your hand,

and hid your gaze

Upon my flannel made.

So here we are on our twilight night.

Glistening in the glimpse

of autumn moons garden.

And here you are,

Hands held on our satellite stroll.

With me,

On our journey from disarray,

Sewing the armour you wear everyday.

But you stitched something sweeter.

That which you did not know:

Hope, a will; a reason, a need to go.

Destination's unknown.

But always our home in the sky

Where your winged friends fly.

I shiver now,

Not because it is cold.

But because I have seen my entire life

With you

In your eyes.

Goodbye.

Worked for a while on this one, and it's probably my favorite poem I've ever written.