Black is the colour

Of my true love's hair

Swinging

In the breeze

My tree's

Uprooted

Branch

Black

Is the colour

Of my death's

Albescent

Hair

She wears

Silk nights

And lace of sighs

Enticing

My mouth

To its last kiss

A time leaf

Drops

And laughs

In the void

Fall,

Heart,

It says:

Fall

And take the nothing

With you

Into your language

And there

Without peace

Let it perish

Surrender

Or surrender not

The day that follows

Knows nothing of you

Nor does

The kind

That survive it

Nor those

Who survive

Them

But you

Knew not the reason of your days

And your nights

Or that of their extinction

Yet, you came

And you went

Too long your moment

Too short

My last minute

So I know

Shall be one

 Without words

A depth

Startlingly

Light