Love
When all fever to her ardour will stand
Under the palm that with piercing calls
Dark names all to one flaw away to end
She will on a gradual tread
Reach breezes for love tempted to start.
When some enchanting vibration of tenderness
Think this prime all once will die
Without the tracks to self bring back
A foot where every line did lie .
When fate runs deep to visibility
Embracing chance for result and light
To come through blinds at dark
To come through eddying swirls of
flight
That like birds on passage with fluster
Move along with pace so faster
She might regret if of rebut
And mystery dust her face with disaster
Dreaming to all her life and currency
Rather much in her mind but audibly.
When time weave his surprising clapper,
When split water spread already,
When chance glances the narrow trend,
When life more often become a friend ;
Collisions and sin held in dead arms
You should raise toll that hooting alarms.
(2015)
