Prelude to Peace of a Kind

 

How can I live without you?

I have felt the burn of your lips’ caress—
    laid my hand on your trembling breast—
      staked a claim upon all the rest....

Now must I
  watch each hour follow barren hour
    from my solitary tower
      where I, beaten, cower
  until I die?

God help me.  So shall I.

 

How can I live without you?

  In the dark of night I have heard you sigh—
    laid a timid finger on your thigh—
      held you when you had to cry....

Now must I
  plod each day after listless day,
    stumbling on my falt’ring way,
      fearing even to pray
  until I die?

God help me.  So shall I.

 

How can I live without you?

  I have heard you moan like the mourning dove—
    dared to even speak of love—
      pled for you with God above....

Now must I
  climb alone year after year
    while the mocking demons jeer,
      hooting in my ear
  until I die?

God help me.  So shall I.

 

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