LIKE pebbles upon a beach; my thoughts,
An innumerable number of nights
My feelings, devoured by emotions
As hemlock I have drunk,
Fear, accuses me of weakness
|But the last bottle of fright I
Have emptied — shadows, sunk!
Complete happiness the envy
of the lot; but too much glee
is a single but final nail
to seal fate within a coffin!
O not for lack of a bulging moon,
Nor vintage ways as love moves!
Or yet be you long cooled deep-
Delved and cleaved in earth!
As all souls wear suits of skin
and kiss with tender rose petal’d
lips — is the floral life of human!
And as some poets drink and mull over
a world most have unseen, with bubble-
Eye’d staring and passion-purpled
This one poet and poem (as me)
cannot fade far nor dissolve;
like a fragile dying leaf
Caught within winter’s throe!