Whene’re I find my love awaning
Whene’re I find my love awaning
by limits plac’d for noble cause,
affections caution quarantining
lest favor’d charms shou’d be my loss,
then one I ought not love appears
who outward shines a beauty strange,
that blinds my vision of my fears
and narrows focus’ broader range
of surface loves and surface hates
to single points’ infinity
and gathers my distended states
to delta function’s unity.
Who frees me from my captur’d mind
which for life’s sake so hides from life?
Cou’d my subconscious be so kind,
who oft’ elicits so much strife?
Or might the world create such love,
the world herself through general laws,
the sea below, the sky above?
I doubt that she cou’d be the cause
who knows not love nor love displays.
Tho’ in her way she is sublime,
she seems unlike the source of grace
which masters even savage time;
for earth herself to time shall fall
and stars and suns will death take hold.
This frightful time that ruins all
can make to lead the finest gold.
Perhaps companions through this land
have learnt the tricks and tools of fate
and wisely schemed and jointly planned
a homeland we ourselves create;
but they, like I, with self-love’s hate
despair this life each separately
and prudently let love abate;
so when they join communally
they find attending growing wealth
a shadow fear, a lurking thief
who darkens love with coward’s stealth
’til ev’ry gift be made a grief.
“Not I, not I,” each worldly thing
replies in turn as each I ask,
but praises all the all will sing
to Love Who love has set our task.
May 14, 2009
