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