REFLECTIONS AND MIRRORS

 

 

dear love—

 

                                                               ( i miss you already; )

 

the warm embrace

                  of your sweet 

                                       c a r e s s 

the steadiness

        of your soft curves

   the holder of my sleeping b r e a t h

 

how cruel it is

     that I

         ( your great love )

  must leave at the nigh of dawn

                where the clouds are still dark

             when the sun is still asleep

                                           the infinite strangeness, it seems

              that mere mortals like me

                                                      must rise before Apollo mounts his steeds

 

but darling

     i do not easily forget you

  for as the day threads

        and the sun rides through the sky

                  you are constantly on my mind

          thinking so often

of the time                                              [ at l a s t ]

    i can return to you

                 when i may lay with you again

        in the tranquility of my room

            avoiding all responsibilities

                             the world and its endless doom

 

                 still 

                     till then

      i wait 

             and think of you

 

my beloved

             my enchanted

    my darling dear

                  b e d 

 

                                                                                                     ( waiting so loyal in my room )