The I Ching 36- The darkening of the light

                                                      sept 30th o4

       The darkening of the black night To say good bye to my long love. When emnity can not be stood,

 Cursed, cursed demons brood. I leave the love that chills the marrow, A  siren cursed and all to harrow.

      Say goodby with one last kiss, make it long or be remiss. So forlorn and easily dismissed.

   Proudly quietly, without a fight, No softly will go to that good night. So in a rage against her love she rails, attacking me with curses, and those long black nails.

        It nips at me when I sleep, no reprieve no  peace. And in this dream I cannot stay awake to a world that wished away.