Before we lay down to rest

Dearest Yesterday,

‘Do you not hear me?‘

When the tide brings home foreign rain,
To wash away the stones all worn and plain,
That want of bygone iridescence.

When all those songs of yore we sung,
Linger no more on recalcitrant tongues,
To sooth solitude now forgotten.

When mother earth's familiar sigh,
Falls like whispers on estrangement's nigh
Leaving footsteps on separate earth.

When you and I, and I and you
Look back on shadows that cast us anew
See you not the frou-frou of joy?

So hid behind the tussled mirth
I knew you, as I know this accursed dearth,
Seed of my own nefarious making.

How the sparrow was never blest
To perch upon the mighty eagle's nest
Nor lay its wings on the royal mane.

So I bid you a fond farewell,
Ere memories taint in the pell-mell
Unspoken utterance perpetuates.

‘Oh, we kill each other with sticks
Sharpened at the other end

To thy smiling corpse-‘
This I send.

adieu.

Yours, through eternity and back,
Today.