Unforgiven raptures

Reverse and breathe
a Gypsy ride
inhale and seek
disturb the pride
of my first love.
succeed I must on heather grey
on knees I fall in dust
and prey
in the sky to swoop
on down, in me
her locks of gold
I still
in mist
conceive.
Where art thou?
my history that painted
the becoming of the beginning
the reason of the sinning
the end of the story
the aftermath of a glory
I can not seek to comprehend
I can not beg for
its very end
stone me
in a quilt, a blanket
stag dear antler me
prick, pause
tick tock the claws
still ,in a highland mist
protrudes in a Salmon river
the thoughts of you
a dusty bonded book on shelves
mimic me on thoughts that delve
within a depth charge
lethargic cat lick dry like tongue
sip the sap of the cork tree hounded
by a wolf that sounded in after thoughts
taught its cubs internally
on me
in me
see me
explore me
ask me
two decades pass and she is still instill
me.
Perhaps a question of unforgiven raptures
a ceiling of uninterrupted laughter
a sign on a deserted back street collapses
for no one to hear
misdirected in a passage of tears
I still stare at an image of shadows
ghosts of hurt and withered dreams
of wintered hopes and times discreet
I claim my land and hope to gain
this former love one day
remain.