ScAtTerEd

Scattered through the dark, you smiled at me
And I smiled back, in a pained reflex
Like a shrike that alights on some strange thistle tree

You reached goodbye, turned, set your feet
And I turned too, let my pride affect
Scattered through the dark, you smiled at me.

Why could I not see, what you were telling me
Beneath that pale winter moon? Winter’s cold reflects
Like a shrike that alights on some strange thistle tree.

The fragrant scent of lilies now covers that street
It leaks from the cracks in visible specks
Scattered through the dark, you smiled at me.

If I had known that smile just a little more deeply
To that distant scent I would not object
Like the shrike that alights on some strange thistle tree.

But you are now gone, you’ve fled from me
And I remain, unable to crest love’s vertex
Scattered through the dark, you smiled at me
Like a shrike that alights on some strange thistle tree.