Would That I Might Cry
Oh it is sad the title of relentless tease,
when just a glance we know bequeath
the beauty of passion plays underneath,
a tempered tale of a lonely man’s peace.
Of life, of fortune, of her own recompense,
in that all of his dreams would she be near
so when away he might still feel her sweet tear,
intermingle with his eyes – love intense
Would that I might cry to know true love
in wonder when the world around me
could without an arm to hold, love be
a shadow of form, a notion of laughter above.
In that quiet moment when just before the cry,
the pause, an aching release, is of always wonder why.