November's mists

wandering through
November's mists
I search
for a light
that light
that dwelled in your
eyes

but your eyes
veiled in
November's mists
do not
look for me
anymore

and their sullen laments
rising no more than
a gentle dirge
walk me blindly
through
November's mists
the greatest requiem
of them all

and even if I
find a way
to keep from shivering
as I call your name
I hear no more
than my own words
drowning in circles
and tainted
in November's mists

Into starlight.