If they were ever there

The light of every star
reaches me
faster
than the light
of your eyes
gone away, my love
into the past, now
if they were ever there

The cry of every curlew
circles
the lorn beach
far more times
in echoes
than your moving lips
loth, anymore, to say
the words
I long to hear

This must be the night
where there, it is still
bright
but its silver
shine
in the ripples
of my lake
is as if just to say
things are not what they seem
as reflections and shadows
are like kisses in my dreams
and memories are only
your whispers
drowned
in screams.