heat rose from the crushed rock road
where his fallen eyes dwindled into tiny holes
as my love exclaimed their exit
from a cinema shattering that morning
its film of our shared past & miracle friendship
with a script we could not frame otherwise
sitting alone now
pushing letters for empty books
whose reading does us little
and critique likely more
two lives ended that last night
begun with rum and wine
between islands of curved ecstasy
through morning pools of hue and hymn
until without stop
our morning’s boat roared
toward a beach never reached
in a film these actors drew
of character against resignation,
ending in battle and joy
our unfailing strength
yet venture had not failed us
its loud heroism and finale
in flight, spinning and cheers
toward a call never forgotten
seated alone again
this master for a shelf
and reels never read
where there is no good night
for a fight that was good
i will not rest & do not sit
despite the dying
ever running for the light
