And I… have lost all life, all breath, all heart,
All sound, all sight; all sense hath left me blind.
For all I run to thee while sleep, apart…
I dare not hope but glimpse thee so confined;
But crystaled tears, this vision, showeth art;
And only then should know thy tears as mine.
I know thy lidded eyes press forth my tears;
And beg thee ope’ these jewels; see me there
Entreat thee, from this blindness, end my fears;
Wake thee, and wake thou me, from out this sleep,
This phantasm, this darkness, this nightmare;
And dare I thee to wake, wherefore I weep.
For thou, thy faith, thy dream, as pure whereby–
Waiting… hoping… ever for mee… as I….
- To my love;
who hath for me
ever waited.
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My love
To you I seem to sleep
But to me I am but resting as I await your slightest desire
That I might do you ease.
That you might call my name and bid me sing to you
To wile the long hours
In soft congeniality
And await the passing of all pain and dolor.
That we
Touching fingertip to fingertip
Might light a magic circle around us
And snug within it’s safe enclosure
Will finally sleep secure from all fear
Just as we did as children.
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But once, I watched thee once, from far away,
In hopes, imagined once, to earn thy rest,
While daring not to dare this sweet display
Were all for mee–that dare I be so blest–
That bid thou might, and bid me soon, this day,
Thy song, to comfort bid, thou once professed.
To hour, and blesséd hour, to lay in sleep,
But soft, in soft congeniality;
To fade, this dolour fadeth by the hour;
And touch, so light thy touch, upon mee keep.
So round, thy lighted circle, ’round us be
Reborn, so safe reborn, within thy bower.
And would I hold thee safe, and would thee well;
As children, long ago, would long foretell.
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So very beautiful…
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Yes you are.
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This is one of the best things I have ever read!
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Thank you for these most heartfelt words. Having received a much better education than have I, my sweetheart writes very beautifully but is more bashful about it than I. When I can coax a few words out of her by chance or accident, everyone benefits! : )
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I love the way the wording you use causes a sense of hurry as it gets into the second part of the piece. Read aloud the words trip past faster and faster…the breath pattern required to read it correctly is slightly chopped and light…until it resolves into the last line at almost a suppressed sob. And then the final two lines resolve it all so expressively. Beautiful. Done like a musician, my dear, true to form and lovely ~ with just the right cadence at the end.
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I did enjoy writing this one. Thank you, Love.
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Hello David,
You are amazing. Maybe because I am in love I can relate to everything you write so closely. I loved “Waiting is…” and the response from PlagueFairy. You guys cannot be appreciated with mere words. But that is all I have to express myself now!
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Thank you so much for these most kind words. True love can be painful but very wonderful also.
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