Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
She will find the flowers soon
Catch them suddenly – pinks –
In a glance, surprised, as she enters...
The thoughts that scourge me in the night
Cannot defer the living skies
Of dawn and morning’s hopeful light...