Stained

In a silver ear, gold is not heard
The Golden One, no silver word
Alloys are all this world
All pure things mixed, none yet unfurled

Alone is not alone but for so many missed
Even this a compromise of presence. You kissed
My eyes, and moments died like demon’s lies
But you were never there

I have learned to love by proxy, in absence
As though to know could ever be enough
In any sense
Especially Love

So if it be pain (deep, again)
It is not so much that love cannot remain
Untaken. It still lives, is plain
As there (west) our
Sun has mixed gold into its silver power
And stained the falling rain
With wonder