Fay Slimm






In night\'s half-mad blackness
and lying awake I taste how your spirit
is now thirsting for mine.

Riding dark shadows I keep
restive vigil as I search heaven\'s still
portals for one sure sign.


The feel of your absence adds
wrench to my yearning and nothing yet
alters my need for ease.

Oh gentlest of lovers bind
your tender fingers to my lonely breast 
so I might find relief.


Clasped in echo\'s embraces
may I reject death\'s dominion and gone 
bliss with fresh felt rapture.

Wedded to love no past taste
of its nectar ebbs if of two remains one
in destiny\'s capture.


Where is death\'s hold when stars

joined as we are

fate\'s thrown coin could ever part ?