Once Bitten Poem by Neil Graham Marsden

When dark days cast you smallest shadows,
shine bright but not for me;
for as the light left black your windows,
as gone I am to thee.

Regret no more your misplaced passion,
let not old dreams aspire,
recall me as some age-old fashion,
as loved without desire.

Behind those clocks that count each blessing
memories may well find,
around the time-wheel clockwise turning
you now traverse re-wind.

In this valley of those left wanting
only the forewarned dwell,
thus now thoughts of your re-awakening
shatter this fragile shell.