Orpheus Returning
 

My colors have faded
Bled from the moonrose
Lantern of your face.
 

Restless (yet knowing better)
They mingle with delusion’s
Receding specter
Along the lining of a shadow
Shimmering within
 the balance of a night.
 

The moon’s icewrought beacon
Leads me to the sleepless
Acrid dishevelment
Of pale gray return.
 

As I walk before you
Without looking back
Like one resurrected
With nowhere to go.