Why do you appear to me

Turning over in memories

Driving a knife

Through the dark of my conscience?

–

The levee has ruptured

Fatally surging

All the bittersweet notes

Of graveside melodies

–

Coiling my lungs

Is your serpentine silence

When the cold black truth

Is finally bled away

–

Your sweet and fragrant ghost

Reigns over the stillness

As the shadows retreat

Into a seabourne swell