Upon the ice-pearled grass
When stars fade from the sky
I lie, awake haggard from worry
In the shadow of your stigma
As the sun climbs the horizon
With pale, faded rays
I sigh, alone, chilled by the semi-dark
And the want of you
When crickets cease to sing
And songbirds fill the air
I am, begun, shedding my shame
In bittersweet aversion of you