After the Song

after the strains sad song
so soft your face flashed in amazement
on a white male cat
who every morning eat the flowers
in your yard
the cat's eyes bewitch your days
into lumps of longing
light radiance on the surface of dusk

we go to the beach only
on the mountain only exist
cool lake
and hopeless

the beach here has not been reclaimed
a name has been erased from the memory of the waves
but your name still leaves the blue
for the water color is poor words of praise
for self-deceiving souls

the cat's eyes are still
bewitch your days
a shadow crossing the cold of dusk
so no way