03 May At La Spieza

Posted at 15:33h in For My Wife, Poems by

Clouds empty their rain into the seas,
Seas give up waters and clouds restart:
Appointed are times for all things to be,
For all things to unite or come apart.

Nights receive enough of Brother Moon,
Days retire from kissing Sister Sun:
But our departing is always too soon,
For with you I am never fully done.—

All know seeing never fills the eye,
Neither does touch satisfy the hand,
So I disdain sight of clear sky,
So I hate the soft feel of sand.

For my only shores your lips contain,
The heavens in your eyes mine own:
So why must I see or touch in vain
If my eye and hand enjoy you alone?

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