Where all the stones that held my anger, broke without restraint.
Jealous hands that had known harbours held more than memories.
Kissing light with more than feint, and solemn eyes watched breaking lines.
All for seeking joy, in unfamiliar sentiments, that dealt with aqcuiesce with cold.
Lie to me to save my fleeting, banded rose. Gasping, new, and unadorned.
Walls dredged, from out of wailing arms that speak, where can rest in resting sleep.
Perhaps I can and will remain where all my tired thoughts have won, and brought me to a halt.
Just a little farther from the window, rain, and all that meets with flesh abound, to me.
Do not suffuse my thoughts of nothing, with a longing more than thought restrains.
I can’t remain, I can’t remain… I…
Where is stolen all convinction, where can my own will abandon,
where now is all that treats my sight with soft, with warm, with unbroken eyes.
Can I not break from this that makes me think of nothing, now all I am is filled with you,
by only you and that which touches in all consequence, holding me, strength more than a stare.
Remain with me, no farther than I hope to reach, from where my sight embellish nothing, and truly need it not.