for Rachel

Oh! where are those waves of chivalry that once emptied themselves
so exhaustively upon the beaches of history

Leaving me here to stand the subject of dreams
too noble to neglect

But it is now that in my mind I see the gallows tree

And while Realism steals all that serves as an escape

Attention turns back to look at your image

Where Hope exists as a word

With no past or future

It is only now