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.
You lay on the bed, your words kiss my ears
Behind me you speak, resting in the heat
In the afternoon. The words my heart hears...
My young love rests, hopefully sleeps
In the afternoon in Spring – she
Causes the cold bird to sing, she...
