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Love Silent
It is nonsense, the trickling raindrops,
sheets of nothingness,
flung as mass-produced arrows
from a blackened sky.
Then shout your love, scream it as intoxicated Jove.
I relinquish time,
inevitable as the tired rose.
You are beauty, and so it ends,
darkened to the light.
Yet speak a word and I am yours,
until we fade from sight,
as time
fades slowly
from our grasp.
Slowly into the night.
The soil is black with rain and I am grey.
Is this reality?
It flees past the mossy statue
with footsteps beating quickly, even
as the rain
beats itself against the steel
of the statues gnarled, twisted form,
rusting slowly,
slowly,
'til I can hardly see it through the foggy glasses and your silent love.
It caresses me as an unknown factor,
non-mathematical,
Devoid of reasoning.
And my body shivers violently
in the cold and melting rains. . .
There is nothing new.
Nothing new.
You are death . . .
or life.
I cannot see through the foggy glasses and your silent love.
Time take me.
I am yours. |
