Antiphon

And yet I must
Remember she
In whom I trust
Would severed be
By such a change
Being removed
In this exchange
From her approved
And blissful spot
For where I'm from
There she is not;
We should find some
Place we both know
To love and grow.

Dwell

My heart is here
And yet with her
So to be clear
I would prefer
To be beside
Her, yet remain
From two inside
A singled twain
Both here, both one,
Still loving deep
In unison
And both to keep
A single place
As hearts embrace.

Fullness

The moon is brooding over us tonight
Red, full, and troubled by our lives
Unsure if what we do is ever right
Unclear the end to which our toil strives.
It floats above us like a lidless eye
That strains to see the purposes we weave
Pondering in its eternal scry
What we imagine we'll someday achieve
And how our efforts point us towards those goals.
It has no purpose, is, but does not yearn
Cannot comprehend our hearts or souls
But tries by airless logic to discern
The why of us. I cannot help it, though
I know my own, for love it cannot know.

Mayflowers

I cannot long await the day
When she and I will be together
But as when skies are dark and gray
Yielding to winter's foul weather
Holding no heat and letting by
The ice that freezes souls and limbs
And we look up and wish the sky
To brighten, and it only dims,
I know I must wait still; but knowing-
Just as we do on those days
Even though it may start snowing
Summer come will loose the haze-
That my waiting will, and soon
Be rewarded by a June.

Opt

Along my road I wend along
Pretending that there is a road
Down which I trundle with my load
My heart uplifted into song
Please do not tell me I am wrong;
To prick me with that painful goad
Would never tempt me to explode
But sadden me, and cause to throng
The sorrows that now trouble me
No more than clouds seen far away
Distant against the reddened sky.
But if you tell me there's no way
I'll fall from equanimity
And they will drench me, by and by.

Rule

The winter, bleak and dreadful will remain
Beyond forever, if it has its way.
It will not pause or cease in its domain
But rule eternally in awesome sway
Wielding snow and ice, a sceptre grand,
Against the petty lordlings of the spring
Shaking its fist above the conquered land
Daring any challenger to bring
Their best and brightest to the battlefield
Promising they will be swallowed whole
By dark and cold, until they beg to yield,
But forced to fight until, with frozen soul,
They are assimilated. Yet fear not
He always tries, and summer still is hot.