And is no more.

..and god in whose wings 
I hoped simple flowers 
oil spread upon the face 
of a wooden moon 
the loss 
unreal, empty 
the seat the seal 
white sheets unblooded 
proof of touchless dawn 
picked at sunlight
snow, longing, love and stones 
and slip as your dark eyes 
eclipsed me all
you smiled, the pool is empty 
pale form of joy 
without you there's no morning dawn 
no arise, no rose lies 
beyond the smudged sky of your eyes 
but lillies hide
like snow fading oceans 
sealife dazzling with tiny lights 
as the river is the sea 
and is no more 
while clouds drift by 
while flowers die 
god I heard them say it's love 
I dreamed your eyes reflect my blood



(Michael Cashmore - How god moved at twilight)