These are the moments inside the moments,
These are the plans we envision and see,
Harrowing minutes and fighting visages,
Concerto of feeling—love’s melody.
We have spoken through silence for years,
Our faces embossed in moments of light,
We are facing the calamity of decisions,
That we don’t know how to fight.
We are suspect with our garrisons and vigils,
Ignoring the infirmary’s call to our ills,
Unto the death of us, admonishing hope,
Until we’ve extinguished all our will.
Speak to me tonight, dear friend—my lover!
Be thou against my body breathing tender sighs,
I am unable to free myself o’ your expanse,
Kneel down between my bleated sighs.
I am lost in life’s tired, unmarked cacophony,
Interpreting your grace from across the divide,
Apprehending feeling lost to time’s hegemony,
While gripping hands and slipping against the tide.
Be mine tonight, dear lover and spring into the sun!
We’ve come to deal deftly against the rakish groans,
The fears of men suspended dealing us their stones,
In love until the mooring—until time erase our bones!
I am lost in you as life—refuge and haven for my lungs,
Gasping and straining to breathe whilst an ode unsung,
Lead me fair beauty in countenance, place your hand in mine,
For we are fair in time now earthly, but end is close behind.