When you are gone my heart is buried In damned time, my grave maker and keeper; What tripped unerringly then stumbles, dead In a world deceased, save for active reaper 5 Who seeks live hearts for deadliest solace And in velvet caress comes touching to kill. I adopt the cowl and wear an empty face Stained by cold reticence when I lack your will Which hotly blushes all my good intent 10 As sunlight interfuses loveliness To every airy thing, in whole or part, Imbuing sheer transfigurement by thy wish. But now, my sun, you are come again And make all departure welcome by such return.
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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