Help the widower remember.
Refute this heart-disease!
Refruit these empty trees!
Unfrost the leaves, abandon lifelessness, make
light the chains that bind and obligate!
Blow back the wind!
Bring back the girl!
Haunt me, angel, blindly -
kiss my face all wrong.
Gamble, my queen, on my possibility -
more than hope, my eyes cast
form and meaning:
they cast form and meaning into the crazy sea.