As Winds That Blow Against A Star
by Joyce Kilmer
(For Aline)
Now by what whim of wanton chance
Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
And feet that shod in light should dance
Walk weary and laborious ways?
But rays from Heaven, white and whole,
May penetrate the gloom of earth;
And tears but nourish, in your soul,
The glory of celestial mirth.
The darts of toil and sorrow, sent
Against your peaceful beauty, are
As foolish and as impotent
As winds that blow against a star.
Confession at midnight
Confession at midnight
is regretted by dawn
I love you more at
midnight than by
light of day
Midnight magic
plays on in minds
of lonely people
with ears listening
to silent songs
music at three
with you is best...
than coffee at eight
in the love nest
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