Fiona Schwartzinoff Poems
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Come, Dear Friend
Come, dear friend, it’s night now;
all the world is fast asleep.
Come! Let’s run away,
Far to the shores and deep.
Far, far away, dear friend
With no one but God to trust.
There, in the great big somewhere
Where no one may ever find us.
To the place where we can run –
No, fly! – in our very own light;
Where the grass whispers and the trees sing
And the sun is sweet and bright.
Take me now! Hell, I don’t care
About whom I may leave behind.
I want us – and only us.
Whatever else, together, we’ll find.
I want to be where no one ...
Hands folded primly,
Hair falling properly;
Delicate skin –
What about the secret within?
What lies behind those shining eyes,
Those eyes gleaming like wine at the bottom of a glass,