Slumber

Today saw a newfound state:

Half-asleep, half-prostrate,

Shivering from an inner cold

Thirst that no water could sate

Unperturbed by music old

Unmoved by story told

Waiting till all took the hue of slate.

Today I passed like a wraith

For I have lost the object of my faith.

Yet I have no sense of hate

For her who dealt me death.

My heart slumbers to a drowsy gait

My obscured words none could translate

Holding – god knows how long – my breath.

Today I want but can't forget

Having made no mistake, having no regret.

I shan't forget this dreadful date

Until a thousand suns I have seen set.

And if my life carries any weight

She will come see me at the gate

And take my hand like when we first met.