in winter Saturn’s songs are bleak ballads of death’s dominion yet this darkness to me speaks more than spring’s adoration of lightly formed and simple rhymes which though sweet and deft sing but to me ’bout long lost times of which poesie is now bereft
draw from me my breath, my love within your sweetest kiss beat for me my heart, my love match it to the rhythm of our bliss take me to your breast, my love hold me safe against your glowing skin consume me with your flesh, my love that we may satisfaction find therein
her dream rode on a sleeping mist
of poppy dust upon the breeze
and in that cloud most sensuous
I let the dream take hold of me
and breathed deep of her reverie
to discover her intent
and in my thoughts our dreams entwined
to please them with the consequences
that should arise if dream became
palpable, not fantasy
the bounds imagined overcome
by tangible reality.
of sleep’s waters let me drink and on its shores I’ll lie that in its dark tides I may sink to have my dreams of thee swim by deeper would my thoughts descend reveries clad in Neptune’s gown and from such drapery you’d rend yourself to let me in you drown.
over these eternal plains we make mountains of the clouds and thunder is the voice of gods that do there dwell with majesty endowed beyond the ears of mortal men the grasslands hear their word within the distant sacred rumbling an end to days is heard this deep foreboding of the darkness our nature’s final mystery the storm cries out the death knell of you and them and me.
deign me not a single tear nor sing a pious requiem write not of me vain eulogies my vanity’s no need of them for I am gone into the night where man is blind, and man is deaf no wringing heart can comfort me from consolation I am bereft.