TO LOVE AT ALL
Only in worn dreams did I really ever have you.
In them, fighting off the fitful hours of half-sleep; tho'
on waking, only these vague memories of shadows still.
Unlike loneliness, no more lingering than morning dew.
Ache and heartache, the senses too quickly recall.
We're spared so little in a lifetime of emotions.
Time left to sleep comes damned hard for widows.
How wretched to lose a love -- to love at all.
With time, are new dreams, a ray of light, new emotion.
Then the hope someone may touch this slow heart,
release a hurt, erase a grief -- my old foes.
Even earn from me a new complete and lasting devotion.
(c) 1998-2002 Ali Cecilie Sonder aka Rennie Lorca
Reworked: Originally under Elaine Loraine d'Orgain, which was wrong. I will probably rewrite this one again at some point.
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