A Little While Longer
A little while longer, let me harass my heart,
and invite thoughts to play the way they used to,
Had I but not rested near the spot you lay
moonless in the shadows without twilight I would become.
So remember I am o’ergrown in love, -
the muse birds’ sitting on the stone of my heart,
the past already starting to linger
whilst I too fresh see unclouded that day.