No springtime sunshine
Warms me more.
No mystic minstrel paramour
Could lay light brighter
in my heart,
Since light of love,
your love
shone there.
Touch me now,
My sainted maiden,
Heavy now
With beauty laden.
Hold to this,
a vow or kiss
To seal the pact
without compare.
Once I held a shadowed soul
And pains that nothing could console,
But you have drawn my course anew,
And glee relieves my sullen blue.
Take my hand
and
Draw me near.
Hold me closely here,
My dear.
And I shall never slip away,
but strain to meet your eyes
and say
That nothing, no one ever meant
a thing but
shadows to your light.
All shadows cast
upon my past
Now fade and feign
before your sight.
Oh, just hold one last candle, dear,
a beacon showing me the shore,
With metered lines
and words in time,
Your hand in mine,
A candle now.
For blessed am I
To hold you nigh,
And gifted too
in loving you.
Let us lay this solemn night,
Embraced within the candle light,
And say I may,
Wild as you lay,
Request the touch.
I don't ask much.
Just touch me and I'll love you.
c. Jan 1993
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