"Boundless?"

[goldenrod]

Should I lay interred a thousand years,
wouldst same the sun,
warm the rivulets of my lover's tears,
upon the losing?

And, while yet the gnarled yew
grows so slow,
still she mourns, finding no other to provide full solace,
but for the choosing.

The soonest, when she dies, would that wind rain,
patient time's erosion,
reveal to her, blue skies. Once more to pleasure,
though in empty sockets...phantom eyes.

To fully satisfy to sate.
Fuel hope that,
her being,
now shackle and constraint of lover free.
Might then, all earthly bonds dissolved...

Ascend!

[heinzs]