By Words and Thought

day's end brings with it a silence
that most nights remains broken
only by words much like poetry
and thought.

into that lull I draw forth tableaux
of times perhaps best left adrift
on the troubled waters of auld
lang syne.

how viciously wounding though,
the refusal of recollection, for at least
in memory I can cherish you as once
I did.

and the inquietude of vast longing,
frustration at time's lethargic pace,
knows the kindest, though briefest,
of stays.