Thursday, December 23, 2010

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

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