In the times of distant past, I stumbled onto thee, While in my thirst I careless glutton'ed, You lived with thought and mind un-caged- And took pity unto me; In hunger stood the I of me, as I fell into despair, You loved but I, and only me. In time I hungered, await and still, My thirsty mouth, it mothballed stuck; Into the depths of love I strode, unknown only to me; And clasped my hand to thee, most thrill- Was felt, and words unwound in streams, But by death I sullied you with fear and selfish thoughtless chill. And by this foul unending tide, so long we said the city, Where the sky met ice, and cast a rope; I left with you, and cursed the dark unto the lolling tide; We went, and yes- the air was sick and pretty- By boat we strode unto the sea, until the past was empty, I left with you upon a boat, your hands they touched in pity. By flight we took and ran, as child they often do, Not happy were the skies, nor cloudless pieces left- My heart grew sore and heavy under straining sun that bore, And in my hands I wept the words, your name I truly wept; Forgo the night and masks I tightly wore, I wailed, You shook my coward shoulders, as in despair I spew. Cast me back!- Implore I did, and then I saw in thee, The fearful gaze of you, my stolen sprightly love- From safe to scare I pulled you strongly, And now regret I seethe and grow as dead'ed, ghostly spore; My thirsted throat know not the pain, nor sorrow justly kept; For stole did I the beauty you- the only sinking star of me.
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