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