You have built me,
And forever I will be no self.
Taking the hands from your clock
I watched
The face of Time relieve the room
And sitting there together,
We burned logs.
We fed a fire I never started
Through a roof you’ve never seen
Buckle up my shoes I want
To walk the ruined garden
Or talk to passing strangers;
Spin the life out from my loom
Clothos and Lachesis stare,
Atropos lifts her weary head;
For one moment pushing nearer,
Fateful scissors to my threads
But as you needed walking,
Around the room and talking,
With fever at a wedding ghost
Of someone whom you loved the most;
The room begets my life.
Hold me fascinated
Hold me -
Walking for a moment
A shard of mirror bites the fire
All light reflects into me
And all I see
Is you
