Love's Lost Regard - Amelia Curran

When you abandon all manner of me

The concrete and angels' ashes

With nothing to serve but your own memory

Bring them the rain, the last of the tidings

Tied to the arrows fired off to love’s lost regard

Lovers don’t love you

And silver don’t lead to your door?

Will you take comfort

That you have been taken before?

Oh, every intention has paved every path

They followed through driftwood and moor

What haunts you the most only lives to outlast

Cast off the best, the rest of all sorrows

Left to the gallows, the palace of all that you are

Have I been good to you?

Blue in the shadow of gold?

Blue in the phrases of letting go

Follows in stride flows through the shallow

Finds you the deep

Feeds you to love’s long reprise