Where Exaltation Bides
Am I to let light fade? That precious happiness
Where exaltation bides within: thy enchanted gaze.
Though it seems I should assent my sorrow to despair,
And die my death - as near it seems to breathe unmingled air.
Yet trouble fades on finding light in thy love's lost embrace;
No math nor reason ever could that brightest flame replace.
The fire once veiled to hidden heart that wrought itself full plain -
Must through the Void, all true love lead? Must longing foment pain?
If I have tasted happiness, must evermore I vie?
That here-on I should bear to be, whilst without thee am I?
To be where exaltation bides, through Darkness then I fly,
And there defeat It whilst I live, or there defeated die.
2005 - spring