BROKEN

You just stood there

hauntingly beautiful

with an ageless stare

and words irrefutable

my thick raised eyebrow

caught you and made you smile

but you never did allow

for it to be more than a while

Though I know there is no forever

I would refuse that light of dawn

because I know it is far better

than an old beggar's song.

That is what I sing now

the voice of the lark died

I don't quite know how

or when or how it tried

to make itself heard

by the staggering child

owner of a thick beard

spewing delectable lies

With clear eyes that burn

the sould of any woman

I too for him yearned

but he was clearly adamant

I was left behind alone

living on faded memories

and they too will be gone

as do all ambiguities.