Adam J. Wendorff


My world succumbs when you arrive,

but may there never be melancholy darkness

between you and me.

Savage-like façade in the sky,

the next most diffuse ashes,

your face so vivid with color,

mine with fading memories.

Not all your wandering eyes envisioned

tonight could be understood.


But I have watched you rise and fall,

And if you have ignored me when I called,

You have forsaken me when I was down,

And all but free.

That night she vanished abruptly,

Night had her uneasiness about her.