Spit And Image
What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow;
What are brief? Today and tomorrow;
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth;
What are deep? The ocean and truth.
Come to me in the silence of the night;In the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright;As sunlight on a stream
Come back in tears,
Memories,hope,love of finished years.
Dream how sweet,too sweet,too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimful of love abide and meet.
Thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door
That opening,letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low.As long ago, my love, how long ago.