this cabin be
the same as real
though the texture
has a different feel

her fingerprints
upon the door
scuffed heel scar
upon the floor

in walked she
as moonlit shone
her ghost a'rest
upon my own

the lake her eye
oft frozen there
in forests
of her chestnut hair

I cut and peeled
a hazel wand
with berried lure
to fish her pond

I pay my line
into her fear
to catch the last
remaining tear

to bring it home
beside the fire
to dry her pain
with my desire

and when a moth
of star doth sleep
our hearts will rid
all will to weep