For Josiah

Your touch a sinister delight,
So soft, trembling, passionately alive;
Your words ethereal melodies,
By which spoken all sorrow subsides,
By which with joyous cries the morning sings;

Your love a passionate first gleam,

Soaring with majesty on unearthly wings.

If I could taste your longing,

Quiet my spirit's throbbing,

With your immortal loving,

Then all hatred, sorrow, fate,

Would dissolve, faintly, in a haze,

Never to taint again the meadows

Of life's pastures, green endavours,

And all beauty would rest untouched,

On a platter, in Time's hands,

Crossed between the kisses of you and me,

Between our love, whatever it may be,

Longing with our sighs,

Dying with our goodbyes,

Forever shut in gloom.

How my heart pounds and soars,

With your touch, your love, and more!

Oh, I cannot forget the beauty of your eyes,

Lost in thought, sombered by life's lies;

I will not, cannot live far from your touch,

Where the moon gleams over our hopes,

Shielding us from malevolent eyes,

Chasing away bitter sighs,

Leaving us to dream in wonder,

Leaving us to share only sweet,

Giving us an untouched world,

Where love and passion secretly meet.