Love Sick Serenade
1.
In the month of June
The crescent moon
Boldly stood and sung:
Oh be with me, be with me
My angel heavenly One!
Be with me until the stars
Shining in the lofty vault
Say unto us, and only us
That you are my only One!
2.
There is a song, gently sung
In my heart of hearts above;
That lays a wreath of wildflowers,
The unpicked tidings of love –
A promise kept is a rare thing,
You say, or so I am told;
A precious thing is a rare thing,
And a rare thing too is to behold
A lovingness so tender, fragrance
De perfume, an odour that remembers
The reason and rhyme of my June –
love is tempered, in calloused hearts
its tears the forge, it’s suffering true
But no sweeter pain is there I know
Than the love I hold for you!
3.
You came to me as an angel,
Garlanded in time, and in space
Galaxies are born, an event
As momentous as mine –
When on the cusp of the lofty,
Some great idea or two –
Where thought follows thought,
In a trail that leads to you –
Perhaps no bed of Roses,
Leading beyond the door –
Perhaps only suffering,
In a cradle on the floor –
Yet in this I choose my salvation
In loving you in kind –
Knowing that the depth of our love
Is also the grief we leave behind -
That no unpromised grief will balk me
No devils of the night shall find -
The love in my heart diminished
But merely a reflection of the divine!
4.
Your absence on a lonely night;
the dove coos for its love lost mate
Amid the stars in a sad embrace –
You are there, and I am late;
Late as a fool and the butt of a joke
Played on me, at my centre is a yoke
That ties my soul in suffering to yours
An eternal embrace, a fiery maw
Deep in my heart, quenchless thirst
For the comfort of your bosom, and hearth
For as a traveller I have been lost –
Not afraid; the anguish in my heart
A light in the shade; your arms stretch out
& into the darkness I reach, but eternally
They recede as the waves kiss the beach
5.
This business of ours is not of theirs,
To tally the heart and list its care –
My heart rests in a sunny glade
The wildflowers bloom, in them I bade
To kiss the beauty; that I dare
That betwixt the hand that grasps
and eye that sees, in careful clasp
The petals of a flower floating by chance
Ever gently in this careful dance -
Fall as in a tear unseen in the starry night
A shooting star, a wish, blinding light!
