Goodbye

There was’nt a single star,

In the swarthy heavens,

The night he came

To bid adieu.

The dreamy moon

Seemed drowsy;

And I tried my best

To slake the pang.

With a soulful smile

He held my arm,

Surprisingly warm;

For the wet, bleak,

Hours of June.

I wished him gone

Before I let myself weak.

Like a golden flame

Waltzing at dusk,

I darted high

To contain the sore,

Blurring my eyes

To an envelope of rout;

As I watch him dissolve

To an age of no return