Your Kiss,
A flame
Of Passion’s fire
The sensitive Seal
Of Love
In the desire,
The fragrance
Of your Caress;
Alas,
At times
I find
Exquisite bitterness
In
Your Kiss.
DAY DREAMS
(To The Friend)
Yesterday—in contemplation
We dreamed of love to be,
And in the dreaming,
Wove a tapestry of Love.
Today—We dream our dream awake;
Realization,
Coloring our Romance
With all the glory
Of a flaming Rose.
Tomorrow—What awakening lies before us:
Our tapestry
In shreds perchance,
Or mellowed—glorified
By love’s reflection?
I wonder—
SUSPICION
There crossed the path
Of my dream of you
A gossamer web of gray,
So soft its sheen,
Almost unseen,
But it stopped me
On my way.
Like a cold, gray granite battlement
It walled me all about,
For a cruel steel,
Was in the feel
Of the silken web of doubt.
THE SAGE
(To M.)
O Gladness shining bravely
From out the eyes of youth,
Be strong in your belief of good,
Of valor and of truth.
For soon enough,
Too soon enough—
The gladdest light meets doubt,
Then flickers, flutters, just a bit,
But, doesn’t quite go out.