where has the good gone
was it ever even there?
I flake in the wind
How then could I ever have been
too heavy for your arms?
These sorrows I name by oceans
come to shore by the brook
of my broken heart
my sweetling
I sink myself nightly
in your imagined arms
I live in the Happier Past
these misty eyes cannot see
the future of lost ecstasies
that could never be
oh here it comes again!
is this a memory or fantasy?
this image
your head cushioned on my lap
in this wide and wild world
you are sleeping
and I cannot submit to a blink
at this sight of your dreaming face
eyes are just as beatiful
closed as they are open
what need have I for sleep
or dreams anymore?
this is the piece of heaven
you stole on your way down
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Absolutely, and preciously, marvelous poem! Mind and heart submissive before It! An unforgettable poetic delight.