Stay still for some more, my love,
in my flickering memory,
while I see you ascend
from a paradise-of-conflict,
to some ethereal melody.
See your adieu painting autumn
for eternity,
here in my triviality,
Leaves but one promising legacy,
a greater freedom.
I see you rising to heaven,
my coherence rotten,
with your wrenching separation,
from this paradise-of-conflict…