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let’s take hands, together here at last,

let the love within our hearts feel no burning recollection of the past
and let old hate die in new love’s content

let’s dance for the joy of living in a time and place of summer rains,
allow our spirits to soar enchanted with passionate dreams of love ...

until our hearts beat a rythum together like the growing seeds of maize

thanatopsis

Thanatopsis

 

do you hear how cold the wind blows
do you here the splashing of the icy rain,
beating on window panes
do you hear the house shakes to thunderous shocks
do you hear the eerie wail of pain

do you hear a voice that grieves,
softer than the sound of whispers

do you hear that dreaded sound
that softly broke and sighed,

and tells my suffering heart that love is dead

 

to my absent love

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your love is still my comfort,
your love that like the morning
fills the sky with roses and superb desires

your love draws velvet curtains, and
brings fragrant messages of hope
from the closing flowers

I love you still and feel a deeper longing
than the lips can ever utter.

your love is still my comfort,
and the world for ever now
is full of music