Litter


She came to me still grieving
upon a midnight hour
and taking up my hand in hers
my all she did devour

She came to catch my wonder
and keep it in a jar
for there she said it lingered,
gave light to her afar

She looked a doll where down she lay
in the new moon's drifting bower
so when i knew she'd cast away
i felt no loss, nor power

Tired went i home that night
i sat before a fire
to brew myself a feast, a cup
to hear the bells chime liar, liar

A wild thing i knew she was
but chance i had to trust
for had i not i would have lost
much more than now i must

I took that little jar in hand
and peered in through the glass
to see if i could smell her breath
still held firm in its grasp

That open jar is standing
up on my window sill
but now i see my heart it slips
a crash where i had thought to trip