Jew # 12

My darling, I am awake today with birds singing Sweetly through the wetlands, from mate to mates They call their love, their choral notes rejoicing And all earth a heaven seems as the dawn dilates Into sweet thoughts of you. But, O, empty are My arms, and lonely the fold of crinkling sheets As sunlight make pale the sparkle of morning star And make nude the night's voluptuous deceits. You are not here, not here, and I alone must bare The dreary seduction of tired walls, the emptiness Of care. Not this, not this, I hope, O love, to share For in your absence there is only meaninglessness I want to kneel down and to pray, with you beside Me the constant while, to hear your heart like the tides Carrying my dreams in and out, and then by your side To close my eyes, and know the peace thy love provides O but, it's morning, it's morning, and daylight comes Softly through my window as if it was JSA again With trembling hands I touch my dream, time succumbs To my madness, love's litany and hope's refrain That I shall embrace you still like this, kiss you And taste again otaheite apple on your tongue's tip Smell you again - jasmine fragrance mingled with dew And with this desire bind the anchor of passion's ship.