Frank

Once, I was the
clearest spring;
now trees have sprung
and aged upon my banks.
Where once you sipped
and knew the taste,
is mud and shade of
a tangled wild
that none can navigate. But wait.

Somewhere, there is a diamond with the weight of
all the earth and the light of all the stars.

It is the heart of me;
it is my love for you.

But a warden-wind tells me
"that will do."