IN MY ARMS

A dearth of breath
put aloft death to the eyes
  so dear to mine.
It took the last from those lips,
And fetched them unto
  The waning whispers of thine.

A whole of my life,
Whose breath I'd rhyme, now
  In my arms lay still and subtle.
Seasons of blooming,
That slipped away
  With the fall of a petal.

A split of worlds, you cleave
As you part your lips
  Apart.
You cling to time,
Pillowed upon my breast that beats,
  For the loss of a heart.

And all that the stars owed to you,
Rained upon, but for the handful,
  That I stole from the spilt.
For you might come looking one day,
And I would fly along my Love,
  For I'm waiting..still.