Why this Romance woven in silent sighs,
This dark electric dream that tears in two
A love, once whole, now lost in shuttered eyes?
Science, mistress of mystery, undo
The sorrow tangled in my own delight!
For oft when the perfume of starlight hovers
Above my inner world, I drown in a night
That strains the hopes of hopeful lovers–
Strange souls that approach like death in defeat,
Souls that carry crystal promise, fragile
As a vase that contains but one conceit:
To live as God in a manmade castle.
O God, am I to destroy this despair
That destroys as if only to repair?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011 11:30 PM