For Iago

Dark unto my light he came
We were never much the same
He never would come in
Out of the rain
But I loved him
Even so
Now he’s turned his tail to the tempest
And I have to let him go
Wind and rain hardly ever say goodbye
Nor do sleeping queens or restless lovers
Little say the Ravished
Or leopards who can fly
He turned his eyes to September
When all the clocks ran silent
With a sigh
And it’s one little wish for Iago
On the rough and stormy sky!
When all the sand runs downward, say farewell
Hurry back, with tons of tales to tell
While he holds fast for the memory
Of that which was Mallow still
Sun and shade won’t shatter on a whim
I’ll not starve the breeze for missing him
And the storms shall hold a cotillion
For they’ll never know he’s gone
But my brother was always very good in a storm!
So it’s one little wish for Iago:
Little Breezes and Rough Storms