I hear you moaning upon the dark limb
Your troubadour passion is passive and dim
Once I, delighted in your boldest vaunt
Eagerly longed for your audacious taunt
But your flagrant charm is vanishing thus
And I cannot claim one moment of us
You sprawled before me with flirtatious eye
Sure-footed, willing and ready was I
Laughing, we threw caution into the night
Imbibed with sweet nectar of summer delight
I knew you would leave; I hoped you would stay
Why do I grieve as you’re slipping away?
This morning your teardrop caressed my cheek
No words were exchanged; there is naught to speak
For Time is unable to restore to me
One moment of us or what used to be
My heart has no seasons; what can I do?
I’ve run out of reasons to stop loving you
I study the object of my desire
Is it you that I love, or simply your fire?
Is it your parting or Time that I grieve?
If you stayed too long would I ask you to leave?
I reach out to touch you; but all I can hear
Is Time’s adulate ticking as you disappear