To the Lady in the Moon |
Persephone By Joseph Timothy My love rises from her slumbers Her face shines as bright a the sun Her long dark hair falls as a mist While streams of dark tears begin to run I inquire of my beauty The why of her doleful charm “For a man’s heart is a two-edged sword It burns cold though its touch is warm “Soon we shall be a world apart And separated by the sea For as all men you feel you must With the coming of morning flee “But I, - I am left alone To bear the sorrow of the night For my love is soon forgotten When my visage is gone from sight.” “Not so, my love,” I wipe her tears And reach for her clouding face “You know but only half the truth And read too much of our haste “For it is for you lovers murmur When they in their passions sway For you young men swear their passions And maidens their virtue betray Every mariner lost in the night It is your face he longs to see To know your mysterious charms Has driven many to lunacy “It is your flesh painters long to brush It is your form sculptors probe the stone Your heart each poet hopes to caress Your voice minstrels yearn t’ intone It is you that sends the earth a wobble And for you it churns its restless seas For you its passions wax and wane And for you howls the wandering breeze If as yet you have your doubts For whom our passion teems Remember while we race the day In your lap lay our naked dreams |