For I love thee as I love the dead.
Never ashamed
Never with dread.
For I love thee as I love to sleep
Forever eternal
And nay a weep.
How shalt thou live alone today?
In wanting hope that fades away?
So, thee shall be my wish today.
Defined by you, as now I lay
Inside a tomb
That blows away.
The backwards flow of ghostly streams
That haunt
and haunt
thy poet's dreams.
All of these poems and more can be found HERE in the anthology “A Cartographer”.