Sweetly I Fade
Accept, my dear, this little token
And if between the lines you seek
You'll find the love I've often spoken
The love my dying lips shall speak
Under moonbeams, when the soft silver
Drips shimmering drops for you
Love, with little hands
Comes touch and understands
With a thousand memories
And asks you…Do you know what love means?
Love stays forever like a stream
That flows but never flows away
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Did its bidding, and bartered with my heart
I count no more my wasted tears
They left no echo of their fall
I mourn no more my lonesome years
This blessed love atones for all
Strong in the love that came so late
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream
Yet, if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day
In a vision, or in none
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within the dreaming Sun
I Never Knew That Tears Could Stain
Alone, there is no help
I kiss the part
You'll get no more of me, except my heart
With my last breath I shake the hands before me
Tis faith I grasp beside my bed
Who would have guessed
Alone, undressed
My thirst for hunger's embrace
Leaves me hollow of belly
And full of salvation's taste
The close designs and crooked lines
Are bold yet undone
Restless, unfixed in principle and place
Words thrown like stones in disgrace
For want of a coin, the treasure was lost
For want of a treasure, the soul was lost
For want of a soul, the man was lost
Moments lost in time
Like tears in the rain
I never knew that tears could stain
A Taste Like Yesterday
I cursed my heart
Till I met a man that had none
His eyes were like mine, without a face
A taste in my mouth, like yesterday
Moons pass and echoes are left unscathed
One would speak of lullabies
I stomach my resolve
And hardly a teardrop falls
That isn't cradled on my cheek
Dwell on this scale of empty hearts
Pretender is thy name
This is the theme of all but one
Reluctant to be alone again
Yet better this, than alone in me
I would like to go away for awhile
And then come back and begin again
Willow Weep
Ebon flower of the willow weep
Prancing up the hilly steep
Your evening ringlets wiggling long
All fluted
Twirling in the whirling wind of wincing summer
Gardenia dawn
Sycamore of sorrow, pray I'm swallowed
Dark earth gremlins, root legged, hobbling
In the crypts of my turned wound
Ill-famed fair one, steal my lightning
Stake me with steel, for my haughtiness
Straddle the abyss shroud and call me harlot
Call me worm-wielder
Everso, but out loud