Promise Me Not
To remain true when all is lost
to forever believe what you see
through those eyes
not seen but whose light
is ever
so near and ever glows so undue
despite their true and sound lies
from here, there and through
and all that is not
mine or yours
forever to dream,
and not to choose
this thrall of an endeavor
and this folly of a sight
whose plight not to remember anew
only to recall those as dark and a blur
shapeless and timeless like death
blown breathless
on those endless, stark shores
or to forget what you knew
to be true
despite you, and me
and all that was not
of your dreams, of your own
but of promises made unfree
of another, strayed by winds blown
and sown past a fight half fought
lulled to remain true when all is lost
and all is but
mine or yours
promise me not,
to be that which we sought
loved, and was not.
