A Somnambulant Hum

Love, take me with you,

Anywhere far that you knew,

To lovely spring, to inspiring summer,

Or even the aloof, distant winter.

Anywhere but now and here,

For I fear my ire.

So I beg on my knees:

Hold my hand close to yours,

Pull me closer to the shore

Of the promised land, where I may adore

Anyone that chooses me in kindness,

In pity, or in silly romances.

Shape or form do not interest me—

All I wish is company.

Make me snow, if you may,

I would wait for the sun to melt me away.

How beautiful, how vain,

Would life be without this pain

Of restriction and loneliness,

And I too would possess

A smile sweet with evening

Or the groggy greeting of the morning.

But alas, such wishes never pass,

Just as the mango never flies but falls