THE SILVER WAY
I.
You think to shut me out of your life,
You smile upon me frostily,
Cloaking the red flame of your love
In black cloths of space and silence.
You click the key in the reluctant lock,
And pass softly to your single couch,
Locking me out of your thoughts.
You think to shut me out of your life,
You smile upon me frostily,
Cloaking the red flame of your love
In black cloths of space and silence.
You click the key in the reluctant lock,
And pass softly to your single couch,
Locking me out of your thoughts.
II.
As long as you are anything,
I shall find you . . . touch you.
If you were shriveled to nothing,
I would be the something cuddling it.
As long as you are anything,
I shall find you . . . touch you.
If you were shriveled to nothing,
I would be the something cuddling it.
III.
The wan wind of dawn
Tugs fitfully at your window,
Thins into tiny openings,
Swells laughingly throughout your morning chamber,
And smoothes your rose-blown body
As you yawn, happily,
The wan wind of dawn
Tugs fitfully at your window,
Thins into tiny openings,
Swells laughingly throughout your morning chamber,
And smoothes your rose-blown body
As you yawn, happily,
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