Happenstance found you
chosen by an artful array of stars
in winter's time you left and now
again am looking in what is near and far
what finds you amiss in my life
is that moment whence, upon
the fire my feet did touch this strife
you have all but fear and acknowledgement
your disapearance was artful
and jealous and now that i am inspired
write you a word or two
as the wordsmith writes as though mired
a thousand sticky earths
bound to my strung soul.