While You Were There
Far above the mountaintops,
The light caught locks of burnished hair
Below stood I, a lonely fop
With leaping heart that would not stop
While You were There.
Floating from the heights above
A scent divine did grace the air
Reduced was I, to cooing dove
By throbbing pangs of fruitless love
While You were There.
“Enough!”, howled I; “tonight must be
The night I spy your face so fair
Atop, amongst their starlit sea!”
“And Death shan’t root his fear in me,
For You are There!”
For one long day a work made I,
A beauteous pair of golden wings,
That wouldst assail the moonlit skies,
And let me gaze ‘pon opal eyes,
When I was There.
The hand of iron evening told,
No doubt – my heart held only cheer,
Then up! And up, above the wold,
Cry out did I into the cold,
“I’m nearly There!”
But from the East a tempest came,
Your face so cold, yet face so fair,
Saw I, ‘fore dart-struck bird became,
As Satan fell, fell I the same,
You watched me There.
Still each day since I wake, in pain,
And look above, still full of care,
Some wonder at the future, sane,
To madman me, my future’s plain:
For You are there.
And I am Here.
