Too late for us, my love,
icy winds blew our dreams away
before you could even say ‘I love you so’
these empty streets scattered
snow into the icy air of home.

I took you into my dreams even before
you existed, all the twists of life bounded
up with you. But who can see the end of life
in this storm of wind and cold and being young?

Do not tell me that the stars still shine
God’s joke at our expense.
life is lent, not given, borrowed on a whim
from accident. 

We hoped that serendipity,                                                        the mistress of intent,                                                            and luck would cancel chance
but love conspired to come too late,                                   and fate overtakes
a cold body in a lake,                                                              too late  to recreate                                                                the blue-remembered hills of home.

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