January 4, 2015

A whispering cannot shake death,
Yet winter love so sweet would live.
By spring, we soar like shadows fall
And rob our bed of all these dreams.

For when we lie, the stars will spin,
Leave streaks across the midnight sky,
Until, at once, the earth was still.
When I awake, you shall forget.

So come, spring sun, and dry my skin;
I dare not falter in my quest
To see your smiling face again.
For life’s regret is labour lost.



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