Requiem
Legions of forlorn, drab thoughts,
Weave the web of
Stinging nightmares,
Of molten wings,
Of germs deprived of spring,
Of bygone amorous ciphers...
Beneath the gravestone,
Whereon we sat
Lies our love,
Devoid of time,
Bereft of hope,
And of possessors,
- Neither yours
And neither mine...