By my love’s sweet words
Am I, once again, inspired.
She bringeth magic!
“By any song thou dost sing, my dearest one.
To heal, to rest, or to fret the tyme away
Only thus, that thou shouldst hold fast
And defy the daylight.”
- Writeth My Dearest
By my love’s sweet words
Am I, once again, inspired.
She bringeth magic!
“By any song thou dost sing, my dearest one.
To heal, to rest, or to fret the tyme away
Only thus, that thou shouldst hold fast
And defy the daylight.”
Shall not be love that
Doth wherewith I now sustain?
And this, forever.
This is the opposite number,
Perhaps even diametrically opposed; a polar opposite
But still consistent in form.
Withall, I’ve discovered methods exist
Wherein I may always write my fill,
Yet frustration takes me still.
I wanted to see it:
It was what I desired to become
Shall I Dare Hope that…
What if one’s duty
Was in truth and in beauty.
Can you let me know?
What if the very
Final, extraordinary
May well overflow?
Rape thou not these Gods
For We shall clean all of thee
From out Our ravaged world.