Why Wake

Why wake when first takes fade to night Why wake when days evade your plight Don’t ask to rule when thrones you lost apply, To things you wish, keenly brewing bright Don’t say you know when the sun’s last chance arrives Arrange your passions however you wish And twist your eyes when they bewitch Don’t ask of men to fashion a new breed …the thought, of course, relies on me Don’t look again as I slip and slip In fact your rangy words subscribe to bottled pride repacked and retooled inside To every hint of light this way derived the prospect of insightful sparks you blight Don’t send me a word if my memories from your words may die Don’t sign a cloud with brownish words of clay A cloud is seen worldly through light and rays Your words for clouds could thus retain a will to cast all light aside and rain Don’t cry for two when clouds rephrase your words and fade Don’t tell the truth that saintly words of love unsaid remain