Come, Love, stay a while atop these ragged cliffs
And cast your fears like stones into the foam;
Curse the swift-descending purple night which
Extinguishes the light of one more borrowed day
And dance with me neath sunset's funeral pyre.
Closer, Love, and hold me under Heaven's fire
And trade your pain in past calamities for dreams;
Praise the slow-unending drift of evening which
Invigorates the dark with promises of unmet life
And lie with me neath twilight's silver burn.
August 2016 (E)
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