But No

Each burning moment passing me

I longer long for long-lost things

Though red-hot fire her ashen cold

The north star’s nearness clasped

Within her eye and ice

A minute interlude

Shot between her lives

And then the dream train roars I see

The come, the here, the go

Still searching for that familiar face

My one aged eye

Drowsy now should think

No more the distance close

Between us at our nearest points

In spring

Still no

How would I warm her now

Give meaning to my then

But then reminds me once again

So much of then is gone