Manic

How soft we spoke,
When last we met.
I told you don't get to close,
time to think ahead – stop

We felt this through,
Too wise to bless
I gave you my last good-by,
So opaque and tame –

Go back home don't distress on me,
I will talk too much and lose this.

You are like moon beams on waves,

Manic cool tides collapse.