Romeo

Where for art thou, Romeo?
Upon the tangled wall
Of the sun stained beach?
Chasing the clouds on your delicate
China legs.
Or maybe breaking the spiderwebs of light
On the woodland floor?
A pretty shadow,
A ghost of the dawn.
Or has your nose
Found a hare?
And has you speeding lightly
To fields afar,
Lithe body unfurling like an arrow.
Or when I come home
From the wind and rain of life,
Will you be there with your ready welcome
Sparkling
In your amber gilded eyes?
For I fear you have gone away
To rest, a bright glowing ember,
In our dreams,
Leaving us the lonely ragged moors
And our silver
Scattered on the heath.