I'm a shoebox full of ends of string

A pitcher made of loosened wiring

Forty bottlecaps shaken and gyring

I tried to let you in. I tried to open these big oak doors.
But you stood outside and went from house to house with a lantern and a light and set the whole damn neighborhood on fire. 

For Want

The rider has been lost
The shoes have rusted
The horse is lame
The nail is bent

And I am waiting
Still and silent
on the shore

What if this sunlight never ends

And we burn up with all our friends 

just a pile of cinders and burnt ends

Would you love me if I wore this mask, 

until the cracks formed and I died at last

with a rictus smile and eyes coal black. 

I'd love you still as firefly 

catch you in a jar, kept alive 

you'd die by early august late july