January Moon, Stormy Night.

On this windy night
The moon, a ghost ship
Tossed among clouds.


Love
Without you
                       I am nothing,
A counterfeit persona
Frailer than memory.


The moon, a pale mirror
That reflects your face
Onto my pillow

Shining your mischievous features
As though through a cine projector,


A mirror of tears
Reflecting our lost history,
Our solitudes,
Through miniature rainbows.


Love
When the night sky is pure black
I can sleep soundly
Safe in the sanctum of darkness,


Safe from your laughing eyes
While old age slowly takes me
From the path that we once travelled.


The path I cannot now tread
Except in private dream time,
Memory filtered through shadows;


Our long ago kiss by the lakeside
That moonlit Maundy Thursday
Transfigured into myth.
I, forever lonely. You, forever young.

Love
Without you
                      I am nothing.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 2nd. - 3rd. - 4th. 2018.
July 24th. 2018.