Waxing Lyrical

Old gold in velvet night
horn of mystery, half smile
of winking Cheshire Cat
lying low in wait, prance
dancing, to pounce
on thumping lovers' hearts
helpless drawn to
your magic ebb and flow...

Yet all the while, your shrinking art
to deftly depart at the speed
of plodding cows in harvest corn
you swell in your veiled autumn glow 
brief as a newborn's sleep
slip silent distance between us
at the pace of unfurling rosebuds
and the new growth of nail
upon my little finger. 

Then all at once
I am left, bereft, pondering 
your wake of tears 
your widening yawn goodbye 
finally swallowed up
by sky's pitch black...
and you are gone forever.