Stay With Me
Stay with me, Love, feeling truer than life, Roaring aloft the poet's silent scream. With your perfumed mist line my arid night, Giving gloss to shadows day denies gleam. And when you depart, before I, my world, Do I deplore your deliberate fleet More or less than death's breath upon you hurled, When, death weaves its path beneath all our feet? On both trails sorrow stings reason to pulp, Leaving all understanding where love left. For man's rage, death's too elusive to sculpt; Or in her, cause of my demise is kept. Oh Love, with your kiss swimming in my blood, Keep my mind light as dew- stay with me, Love!
In
In the soft acts we perform To retrieve peace and retain Childhood serenity, In the strung up holidays, Dripping clouds, murmurous baths, There's a certainty like each Moment crashing on the last.
And yet there's afterward a Looming nameless void with gasps Of syncopated moments, Unraveling us to the Floor with cyclical hands and Making us want to dive back In and retrieve it again.
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