When you needed passage, I pulled you into
my burning boat, protecting you from waters
bitterly cold, and in that safety,
I wished we could have
but you knew me to be a resident
of that already descending day
so you created a considerable space
between you and me, choosing not to see
my forfeited forever, my given eternity.
If only your eyes would have given you away
showed the slightest hint of the reality.
Intead, expressionless and opaque, your face was set like stone
as I carried you along, nothing to give, nothing to say,
but still holding on, biding your time
till end of day and waiting for a new dawn.