on this cold and copper morning
lived within me a fire burning
of a green and fateful warning
to the breaking of my mourning
sadly i slept deeply unturning
and carefully crept about your inclinings
for a half a year gone by in passing
though you were not teaching i was learning
of what sparked my knowledge burning
carefully i collected hidden findings
no longer ignoring wistful dreams disturbing
and now my thoughts;--they were amassing
to reap a conclusion most perturbing
must i choose fate most deserving?
for a love that is a pausing
a great trepidation this is a causing
exacting nights needing no reminding
clothed, alone in my endless waiting
yearning for that which you have no way of slaking
ne'er a whisper to me that i might be minding
leaving to me my wayward contemplating
as to why my love is surely lacking
displayed by leaving it in isolation causing
your absence with no care to what is not sating
that could be described as fiery burning
in my heart for it is yearning
like the morn' from whence it broke my slumbering,
and sent my emotions a tumbling--
into an orange and green bright mourning
unblack for the fire's tender has been stirring
for without a love it's fearful of disappearing
though it is adrifting; better that, then it go missing.