Some days, this wind grows softly,
Taking in what once was new,
And letting go of the life we shared,
When moons meet stars
In glimmering faint

For ‘twas my pain that coped this night
In shimmering life,
As same came our living morosely
Evenly disguised in masks of feign
When what once was came to be

No more—

What became of this item we shared
When the greatness of life taken was
In a time of giving
And taking
From the days of once upon a time

As life breathed anew
And knowing the things we would do
Would only cause a brand upon the skin
When the night closed in
And you came forth to proclaim

That this love was but a dream
Of what could be
And what had been
All but a lie,
In that glimmering,

Shimmering

Disguise.