Sunday, July 25, 2010

to be alive.

Never could I fall from this reach,
fade from your light
or turn from this mercy that enamoured me!

Still my eyes gaze low,
tired or perplexed.
Still my mind turns dull:
to wait without running,
call without hoping,
desire without chasing,
try without feeling,

until you remind me
of love.
Love is pure in love, and even
half a shade below its light
is rot, the endless night
of faces turned.

You are enough
if I yearn for you,
more than enough.
Your love is truest
in a chance for love like this,
life like love.

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