A Pauper's Poem

The shadows have left them

and my eyes are now lonely-

I cannot find any dreams;

my sleep is famished.

A lone beam in my heart,

a bar of dust-

I cannot touch it;

I cannot be blemished.

The sky is widowed;

I scavenge stars from its skin.

Yet what I have lost-

can it be replenished?

In days, another moon will grow.

But these lamps of mine

will never be lit again.

The fuel was love and it’s now

finished.