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By Cire Nehtrow Date: 2003 Apr 28 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.28.11.00.18686]] |
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How clearly now I see the sun, In moon reflection of its light, When waking nights of what may come, I stand alone in dappled sight. The frost bites grass and barren branch, The shadows speak of futures bright, Things untouched by it reflected, May yet be seen another night. I yet may look into your eyes, Their sapphire irises so bright, Then feel the motion of the skies, Within myself, without the night. Embrace you once and breathe your breath, Inhale the scent of beauties might, My hands will trace, and clutch till death, The memory of features slight. My life could end upon the morrow, Deeds undone most never mind, Be mine my greatest grief and sorrow, Would to feel my love unbind, To die before I kiss you there, Upon the lips so pleading me, To feel their touch so warm and fair, To taste the sweetness of the sea. |