Alchemisland

Sometimes I think I’ve lost some contour of your face

The deepest lake finally exhausted

With all my greedy taking

But you fill the space that’s vacant

Your scent comes faint to me at midnight, the oils of angels

Anointed you in your day, you were graceful, slender and saintly

The memories you left me with are sacred, they cannot be taken

I have made for you in my heart a palace regal and stately

The garden kept in just the state which you approved of, not lately

But in your stern, watchful day, you gazed out at grazing things

Staring into my phone like a speculator

Like Dee’s Aztec angel creator

Lost in the was.

Twenty minute long voice notes

Too painful to play, too precious to erase.