The sundial sleeps in the overgrown glade
Its numerals worn by the years they've stayed
Your name,
once carved in the mossy stone
Fades where the ivy is quietly grown
Twilight lingers on its copper face
A moment suspended in silent grace
While the shadow you cast in our borrowed noon
Stretches long but vanishes too soon
Oh,
measure me in the light we stole
Where time unwound its rigid scroll
The garden whispers through rusted gates
Of hours that love could not translate late
The thin sweet stone of the arc we drew A perfect circle,
I walk without you
The planet seconds like tulip bulbs
And soil rich with the maybes and no
Now December grips the frozen brass
Each number a ghost in a frosted glass
Cardinal points have all gone astray
True north dissolved in the milky way
Yet the dawn still licks the ancient
rind Etching your absence in stolen time
The sundial dreams in its licking shroud
Voices of us laughing loud
See where springs breathe
Defiant and creed
Seas in love can never meet
So I'll tend the plot where the wild
time grows The ivy hide with the sundial
The dawn that dares to break Finds your shadow in its wake
A silent tongue steadfastly
Love still lives where the light goes to die