Stare should I not?
Vpon thy face that sparkles all night?
Shall I fail to confesse?
Thou art too cherished to be past selfe’s mind?
Time dost play games onto us,
Taking and giving,
Oh how it dost make one strong!
To face life…stand upright the next time it cometh!
Thee art a proofe of the time’s blessing to me,
I yonder and gaze, oh! how gay am I vpon thy arrival!
The trodden steps I long,
To step again onto thy presence,
The fading fragrance I ere,
To breathe again from thy heart,
What dost thy heart resonate?
What dost it long for?
A presence that thee miss?
Hug selfe close…feel thy heart…shadow…
The existence clings onto you…with you…Oh! and when thee feel!
Hark! The wind, it howls in joy,
The day’s sun shines bright,
On the moonless night, the moon sparkles in joyly light…
And how we both stare,
The joyed moon,
Reaching onto nights,
…to exchange our hearts;
Should I professe in tranquil joy?
