Brilliant

these are the empty times
the chirps and muffled sighs of machinery drown out the knight
in the years of the long dead fire
the silent reign of twilight

i think it is time we said goodbye
to the dim
the dark
these soft electric lights

there is little left of dreams
when’s are never will be’s
and these half-closed venetian skies
aren’t as brilliant as i remembered them to be

oh, ben
have you no centurion?
i am yours
because ben,
i think it is time you left behind
that borrowed bed
and i would leave your bedside