Wednesday, April 11, 2007

That Night in May

It's not a moment like that night in May,
With scents of blossoms hanging in the air,
My lover near me, smiling gently, hair
Aglow in the cool moonlight. Rather say:
"I ache in . . . places where I used to play,"
And sing about the pain located where
We once saw two friends kissing on the stair.
The summer isn't coming. Not today.

Today will be intemperate, and cold,
Dark, dank, the very opposite of noon,
And, wilfully, tonight will come too soon,
An empty space, where no secrets are told,
The mysteries of life will not unfold,
The truth eludes us, and there is no moon.

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