On Distant Shores

Everything I loved has vanished
Exiled and wild at world’s end
Purple perennials, head of Zeus
crocus circles, the noose

Gatherer of gusts, of dreams bygone
following fair winds to
Dawn 

—and dust

Burning Ichor, I blush
the heavens I rush to touch—
fire, fire, in the veins of a god
Time that tyrant
I screamed but it was silent