1. 

Elusive as the picture

brimming the surface

of the moon-drenched veneer

to a midnight pool,

you vanish at the drop

of a molecule.

2. 

Song of the treetops,

conjured from the calm

that is hoarded in the vaults

of a fading ear,

whisper the tune

of our yesteryear.

3. 

Candle of hope

from dimmest dungeons,

snuffed of its sight

in abysmal black,

light me a footstep

on the ghost-worn track.

4. 

The face I have nursed

within fragile fingers,

to drink the shiver

from your faltering lips,

fill me a goblet

for the desert trip.