Felicity

This is not the place, to ask the reason why, love beats an easy escape, a sky of hazed tomorrows, shades a lonely time, nowhere else to go, soaked before a window pane, desolate in my cry, why try to emulate, what little's left to know, whoever can send awry, coffin's one-way show, when I haul the rail, boxcar trains safe to ride, eyes of men turn away, no one's lips will glow, near this sweetheart’s eyes, hard as an icy furrow, no easy gig to make, what gets left inside, take poems to the grave, eyes open wide.