Why don't I go blind when I wake upon early morn,
When I turn and see the radiant beauty that before me lies?
No matter; I am grateful, that she bequeaths such love
As she can give, in return for mine.
Does she dream of me, I wonder, as I did of her?
Do we continue the dance that was in my head?
Oh, I ache to take her, gently wake her, God! please make her
Ope her tender eyes, and see her vision come true.
And the thunder that assaults our roof,
The rain that beats upon our sturdy roof,
Are only so much sweet complement
For the twirling, for the whirling, in this sacred bed.
Unencumbered by voided sacraments,
We make oaths of our own, and these are strong
Enough to outlast past specters' greedy parries
That are really just in vain, and dismal.
These, then, are the things I see,
When you cross my mind, you set me free
From the falsehoods and the drudgery
Of a stolid world, reality;
This is the future in store for we:
Our pearly gates, our destiny.
Author notes
There are a few interesting little tricks with rhythm shifting that I did here; I will neither apologize for them, nor be persuaded into changing them, as I like them just as they are 
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I pay homage, in this piece, to Poe and Eliot. Further explanation can be found in consulting their works.
Enjoy, and thanks!
- El Gio
Written November 12th, 2003
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Beautiful
Beautiful piece. Don't think you should touch the rhyme shifts, they give a bit of excitement to the cadence. Love the internal triple rhyme in the first stanza (Poe, no doubt). Only suggestion I would make is the double "and" in the second line snagged me a bit on the first reading. But, that is - of course - just MHO. As always, a wonderful piece.
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