A Widow's Toast

"A Widow's Toast"Specters move like pilot flamesTheir widows toast at St. AngelBetter times collide with nowThe tears were warm, I feel them stillTheir heat to vapor and disperseAnd cloud our eyes with weary glazeYou raise your glass and may exclaim"I'll put my hands on the truth by God"But it's faster, love, than you and meFaster than the speed of gravityThat's how it catches you from fallingAnd how it always slips awaySpecters move like pilot flamesTheir widows toast at St. AngelBetter times collide with nowAnd better timesAnd better times are coming still