Of Sorry Eyes In March

Destiny marks your life

With a knowing finger

The act of desire has walked on by.

An ancient sorrow

It is just your tears left to eat.

Flies lie dying on your sorry lips

And on young love's broken wings.

And the stone that lets you drown

You are not worth stopping for.

The Earth,

With all its blessing

And the endless fathoms of night.

Lay a raft of gold for you

My field here

Is where we end.