Return to me

i wish that i could have loved you more

and now its too late, but alas,

again, again i shall not see you again,

the wretched truth assaults me to my face

high above the laurel’s leaves

our short time below

your spirit’s memory floats,

pigeons soft sound,

coos of your sweet memory

but flesh cannot touch spirit

because i miss you that much,

my soul stretches to reach,

to tear away from my body,

too late, to have held your hand

vague memory, too many years ago

once you were harsh to me

just out of spite

but then you covered me from the cold

with your bosom’s shawl,

i followed with you round the bend

like the fool i let myself be led

when i didn’t even deserve a goodbye

you disappeared; you never came back

you gave me no chance to say goodbye

in your eyes always distant plans,

always so far away

you wouldn’t share,

like on a mission

known to no one, only you

you allowed me your company

your love for me seemed

only for compassion’s sake

who could ever tame your beauty’s will

you let yourself be taken before your time

quite unfair to me,

you touched, you kissed

you gently endured,

but your mind

was always on distant plans

you captured me then offered no escape

though you knew i could not rest

in pursuing you, yet in vain

i suffered, you allowed me your company

you and i knew no one could ever catch you

i could not keep up with you

a million melodies will not erase

the love i have for you

for you my love, my heart

it wails, it sings, loud and pure

for you my love, my heart i give

honeysuckle sweet, candy apple lullabies,

poured over, touching my lips

as i fondly think of you

i softly now whisper your name

as the sun touches the western rim

toward its flat lonely, empty plain i look

i’ll not see you there again

it hurts to say, “i wish i’d never met you,”

but this lie only fills me with self disdain

and i will not yield to a coward’s end

better to suffer without you

than to never have met you

oh, to taste your breath

the nectar of your mouth,

only the rose bushes and sparrows hear me cry

as i softly whisper your name again

but they are no solace;

they will die and reappear again, and again

but you my love, are gone forever!