Intercept its ending
to salvage its beauty...

Having removed all
tangible love trace...

A long drawn sigh
is it amplified...

How can anything be light
in hours most dark...

Despite love surge
upon dawn's rebirth...

While jeffrey laid dying
my life was metamorphosing...

Body form immaterial
mere worthless carcass...

Dark paint on virgin canvas
screed the walls fearless...

Almost october
spring almost over...

A man's dignity
gravely buried...

A day vanishes
from the calendar...

Windswept remains
of a wasted summer...