The Stings I Carry
Summon the winds and swear
If ever my
God you were
Like silver in the morning-fields
I'd give my life for you
I do not exist
I am but two eyes and a shadow
I would make you see
If I had the courage
Dance your celestial witch-dance gracious and hurtful
Weep like the night-clad sky a crumbled leaf in dirt
I lie For slumbers sweet embrace
I try and in my dream that
I may die