For once the stars lit the heart
As the love of many lovers
Merged as one aimed as a dart.
Forgiveness is easy
As breezy as breezy could be
But in this life this love
May quite rightly go unbeseeched.
Beauty is in longing
Love is in belonging
But even though not belonged
There is a desire to be longed.
When I reach the mountaintop
All green and windy and full
I'll refuse to stop
Whether you push or pull.
I'll go on loving just the same
Sunbathed and moondrowned,
For when was the last time
You heard words such as this spoken aloud?
And in the crest of time
There will be many poesies
For the attention seeks a vision
For a life that is lit
With old coal
And many cooing shoals
That swim around in schools like these
Where letters such as these are to be wrote.
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