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 ?