24 November 2006

after rosalía

when i think that you've gone away
you return and laugh right in my face
your cloud brings darkness at midday
i've come last of all the human race
when i imagine that you've left
you show yourself in the sun's eye
my back is bent constantly to your heft
the chance of slaying you i know a lie
you are the wind that blows across the plain
you are the star set shining up above
you are the song your weeping is the rain
and you are night and dawn and even love
you are the all and in all that i see
until i die you won't abandon me

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