gossamer

gentle love, don't leave me lost,
a greyer stone in every stream,
weathered in lesser hands and trembling.

to arrive like a raining, leaving a blush
in perfect snow. there's feathers in your hair
and guises i've kept, and i do swear
like tearing leaves to a great oak tree.

i cannot remember the smallest things.
i can never speak very clear.
i arrive, a fairweather ghost throughout the indistinguishable years.

you're tied up like a sheet and fluttering,
in gossamer of clothes, all blustery.

oh my grace, i wish for it to cling,
like a thread to an eye, like a wind to a wing,
to never lose its way, to remain in the places where i can be.

i'm curling soft away like a silent smoke,
with a farewell song to a hearth and a home.

you're tied up like a sheet, in blueish dreams.
i could never take flight another time.