Now I will have to rain

eyes gold
in the counted contours
of dreaming dismissal

pardoned like music
shatters the squire
of forgotten chivalry

now I will have to rain
like doors matter in the dark
like memories best left alone

She will not find me here
“That is wrong,” She tells me
I have hampered the dream

nothing is great
no marble coins
or constructed lines

like a garden left to stop
turning to memorize
pictures so perfect of imperfection

now I will have to rain
not where it matters most
not on the canopy

there are dressings
on stars and blessed earth
like a portrait of old age

decorated fervent memories
leaving me without peace
leaving me alone in the wager