Just You and Me
I’ve sat beside windows lit on fire,
And winged my flight through pure desire.
Passions, flung this way and that,
as screechings of the midnight cat.
But, I cannot see, I cannot see,
like Polyphemos, lost, hard by the Sea.
I listen for the morning hour,
peeling backward my soul to scour.
It seems hopeless, and my friends are all lost,
At such great cost.
It makes me weep myself to sleep,
Yet, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
So, when I wake,
My friends to take,
Close to his heart, not to forsake.
For, I have heard , in shining hours,
That near four rivers, of antediluvian flowers,
That once we walked , hand in hand,
Before our pride sunk through the sand.
We took sweet breath,
Long before death.
And, in that moment, by the Crystal Sea,
We wept in joy, just you and me.
We sang and sang, to bells that rang,
And , it was long before a fang sunk in our necks,
And , life reduced to lifeless wrecks.
For this blessed grace, for you and me,
For this blessed grace, hard by the Sea.
That, we’ll just sit and sit, under that Tree,
And, weep in joy,
Just you and me.
