When all our love,
the secret joy uncertain, and
lipping the rim of tomorrow, still
of covering night unsure, whose star
breaks on the pale shades across the
shores of morning’s promises, drinks
open eyes, I know this pain:I see
my love too shy inside my fear
to ride seas alone; love’s
drenching clouds drown
my heart, my cries
dying; in this
dream-hour
love is
all.
When all our love,
the secret joy uncertain,
and
lipping the rim of
tomorrow, still
of covering night unsure,
whose star
breaks on the pale shades
across the
shores of morning’s promises, drinks
open eyes, I know this
pain:I see
my love too shy inside my
fear
to ride seas alone; love’s
drenching clouds drown
my heart, my cries
dying; in this
dream- hour
love is
all.
(St. Valentine’s day, 1987)
