Shall I speak to you my secrets
in hushed and airy tones
near the warmly-lit fire?
Sweet taste of nectar and honey
you praise me and forget yourself.
How this narrative reminds me of one such time
not so long ago yet in the deep past.
I had nearly forgotten it:
How you formed and shaped your poetry
and trained your thoughts to occupy elsewhere
then taught your words how to capture a heart.
Oh, saint of lands charted yet ne'er seen.
Praise you, lord of lands untouched.
You come to me again in the evening light once more
And here I stand, aching and confused
Were not your words poems? Was not your love true?
Or, say I, poison?
Were the songs you sang to me spells?
And I only an experiment in this lapse of time and space?
Where logic knows no bounds simply because it cannot reach them
And courage knows no hearts simply because it cannot teach them
And my soul knows no lover simply because it dare not bessech them
I dare not expect a kiss from your lips
I dare not call for you after the sun has abandoned us in favor of kinder spirits
I dare not fall back in love
Not to a stranger with a familiar face
Not to anyone