A Gentle Craft

by: Lewis R Humphries

Ribbons of sallow light,    

that stream from single bulb heads,   

they gild the hour     

of 3am;  

a fragmentary masterpiece,    

due homage to her remembrance,   

still tendered by    

his slight of hand.      
 

Her being, but slithered light   

between immensities of dark,   

is near rendered,      

in emotive verse;         

candid words define his labour

as a consequence of loss,

coloured by the

inflections of beauty. 
 

His unrepressed candour,    

now a corporeal remnant,     

of her stolen      

essence; 

its manifestation,

only proffered out of angst,

an imbued fervour

in his quiescent craft.