The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - If I a season more than you miss my cue
If I a season more than you miss my cue
M A Heathcote
Iíll nearer learn nor bear the endless parting..?
Like atoms let our souls collide!
Such lust, and passions do us still; imparting,
Open your heart let whirlwinds decide!
Let fateful orbits together leave departing...
Let our minds and worlds fax-simulate!
Loves eternal divineóbe ours to stimulate.
Iíll nearer learn nor bear the emptiness of days
Of time or daily chores, moreover, sadness-
Shall shiver within each morning dews gaze
The age old bitter salt tears of badness
Bitter the winds that tarry carry me too you;
If I a season more than youómiss my cue.