Lip to lip and hand to hand we meet Where wet moon drives down to drown,--- Eyes blown wide when the lightning strike Silks terror to the ground. 5 Come away, love, court the storm Our nights lay wrapped with the worm. Say this tempest tempts me now Who did not love's thought invent, Nor I the one shall ever finish it, 10 Though it pull at the whirl of my brow. Come away, love, court the storm Our nights lay wrapped with the worm. Say that lightning the night pulls down Crosses like two hearts in love; 15 Which rich greatness first had the name The other must content to be emblem of? Come away, love, court the storm Our nights lay wrapped with the worm. All night your hand blazes where it had slept; 20 Midnight's undone, and our kisses heap,--- For in the spirit we are tried and kept And from spirit to spirit leap. Come away, love, court the storm Our nights lay wrapped with the worm. 25 O Love where's comfort, where's land, where's sea, That touches not the nothing of your hand? I am all things where all things meet In the original of your eye. Come away, love, court the storm 30 Our nights lay wrapped with the worm.
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.