And I would not wake up,
If it was not for you,
Lie forever in dreamless sleep, thorns growing around the bed...
I would shift the cinders and the burning coal,
My naked feet clinging to the ash for warmth...
I would stay imprisoned atop the tower,
Letting my hair down everyday,
Not knowing what I miss,
If it was not for you...
And, so, my darling,
Thanks for everything.
But now, I must take leave.
For I am but foam on these dancing waves, and in the ocean lies my destiny.
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Modern Metaphysical Poems
PoesiaWhy metaphysical? Well, because I love the Metaphysical Poets from the early Elizabethan era, and given the crazy age of technology that we live in, I think now is a better moment than ever to revive the school of poetry that merged science and phil...
