Meditations

Meditations on a Kiss

Be still my soul for grief be not thy bear
But life my love, be there no hindrance of
Contain enrapturement within, not care
And soar and fly, in ivory arms of dove

Before the tiring air too close for thought
Spring forth! Oh deep and dire passage of time
Bequeath my raging soul its calm sure sought
So rest may spare the torment ta’en of thine.

Upon a moment may we not bequeath
A gentle balm of love, peony mine,
Whom elevates and prays, “Oh stars beneath,
You grievers cry not for our gentles, pine

In anguish not.” All Spirits do alight
But for the lover only finds true flight.