You are poetry - an infernal, cascading harmony, dousing Life in wreaths

Of sorrow

You are not that chafing, maddening sadness itching in my very bones and teeth - you are

Relief

You are poetry

Wallowing, murmuring in each and every whit,

On every branch, in every ditch - you are not

The sad and derelict field of lonely thoughts,

Rosy hopes abounding against the droughts

You are that sad solitude itself to me

The diffusion of everything with everything -

Though you are everything, and everything is poetry.

You are poetry

As you sigh and unfold along moribund years,

And howl with stormy, hopeful tears - you are not

Some epochal essence which Time disowned,

Some farewell drink some separation downed

You dug at Life and buried yourself in me

A trace of hope abounding in a drought -

Though you are a rose, and a rose is poetry.

You are poetry

The chaste transcendence where coming myths lie,

Where the sea is wedded to the sky - you are not

The bleeding Sun above despair uprist

The aching thirst, the salt on my parched lips

You drown in words spoken by all but me,

Transcending each word's bitter separation

For you are despair, and despair is poetry.

You are poetry - an infernal, cascading harmony dousing Life in wreaths

Of sorrow

You are not that chafing, maddening sadness itching in my very bonesand teeth -you are

Me

(separate poetry)