Draped In Never

These eyes grow heated, newly aged
My voice grows edged and tangled
A season of dust begins; a cage
Of drier love, more angled.
An urgent creeper binds my throat
That over nourished, tightens,
And now I wear a heavy coat
Of life I cannot lighten.

A dark and ragged elegy,
The garment wears like lead.
Hot threads that once would kindle me
Now diminish light instead.
So I sit and weave a song of fate
Dank inside my coat
Draped in never and always late,
Chanting dreams by rote.