Of Your Beauty

Wearing robes of solemnity

My senses stand erect

This moment I am solitary

As you watch me, eyeless

Observe a brutal face

I need silence, I need to be alone

Look at me

My bony fingers wrapped in rags

I am pursued and love is withered

My eyes will see, if my spirit lives

The wind shouts its commands

The earth has stopped my ears

I dare not raise my hand

To hold the stones around my throat

I have heard of your beauty

And would sacrifice my days

These midnight wanderings

And vain laments

Pour upon me

A sympathetic glance

My splendour has gone

you will find me face down

let those days pass

in sorrowful procession

Among leafless groves

May a leaf unfold

I cry with rage

To be remembered with pity

Let the leaves unfold

Where dead leaves have rotted

Ask me what I suffer

Years of fruitless clinging

to enfeebled arms

That wave of benevolent salute

I have heard of your beauty

Pursue me, beckon me

to cast the stones from my throat

in the earth's dark entrails

My glazed eyes close forever

My my eyes will see

If my spirit lives