Your
face blurred behind clouds
That
move with a soft white glow,
Your
quiet splendor lost
On
the faces below.
Embroiled
in the heat of revelry,
The
abandon of night,
The
exhaustion of forgetting
What
could have been,
What
might -
Souls
turn to one another
With
eyes that barely speak,
Worn
by intoxication
Of
sound, and light, and drink.
The
mind can barely think.
The
nose has lost its sense.
But
the mouth moves
In
the hopeful present tense:
You
are beautiful, the most beautiful.
Let
us love tonight
And
escape the sight
Of
our memories.
Summer
moon,
Time
is late to feel regret.
Don’t
look upon my yearning.
Better
yet that you should set
And
make my shadow die.
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