A Lover's Lament


I'd die, but to improve your life
if were possible to aid through death
my sacrifice is meaningless, nothing
compared to the least you might gain

For I am accustomed to suffering
dark, brooding, the poet's melancholy
pervading my life, it is my life
and you are far removed from me

Light and happiness your attire
the only clothing fit for you
your bright smile meant to remain
eternally to complete your beauty

My wildest dream, most ludicrous
to be with you in any way
for though occasion allows us meet
you are the sunshine, I the rain

Our understanding seems unclean
unfit consorts, night and day
but this befits my life's theme
ever grasping beyond my reach


(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison