For I love thee as I love the dead.
Never with dread.
For I love thee as I love to sleep
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
thy poet's dreams.
All of these poems and more can be found HERE in the anthology “A Cartographer”.