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A parting kiss


A parting kiss is all I ask of you
and yet I breath no word of all my hopes and fears:
I turn away to hide the welling dew
that clouds my moistened lids and soon will turn to tears
and, though I know that beauty fades together
whilst far apart our memories live forever,
I feel the pain that spawns temporal grief.
I seek the Well-beloved in earthly form,
but fleeting spirits are elusive as the dawn
to waiting sentinels who drift into sleep:
the soft light of evening that beckoned me
becomes the stark light of morning, cold and empty;
so all the watchers wake and begin to weep -
but such reality is sweet relief.