Praire Fire That Wanders About

I'll not stir,
But leave this night forever alone.
Lovers to come will find me cursed;
Shadowed by a sorrow of my past.
Is it because
I did not meet your eyes with mine?
Is it because
I did not ask you what was wrong?
Or better still
That I ne'r took your hand
When it lay waiting in vain?
Whatever the matter, I will dismiss.
The resonance
Of this significance is meaningless.
Well I'll not stir,
But softly fall asleep again;
Dream a dream,
I dream so many dreams it seems.
You were sad,
And I could not make you happy,
And so I let you go.
I'd rather not
Use up the rest of what we've got,
But stay in doors tonight
And carefully complain to these four walls
That feel more like a tomb of thoughts.
Do you stir?
And filter all this through your mind?
My last impression is the best I've got,
And it is yours when I leave this place.
I have shone this light a thousand nights,
And yet it is eternal darkness.
I'll not stir,
But leave this night forever alone.

-C.A.Dominick