Do be with urgent
love kept close in heart,
Become that gentle
night with death unstilled,
Go faster by the
light where pain is dark.
Though life is
seen as kept a private art,
More worry the
angst is a normal kiln—
Do be with urgent
love kept close in heart.
Bleak souls stay
vexed by an ink burning spark,
Because a wraith
in soul is cryptic steel—
Go faster by the
light where pain is dark.
Blank guise in
flames churns inside the oak bark,
Like a bird sung
in trees will soon be stilled,
Do be with urgent
love kept close in heart.
Souls will pass by
a void like a black lark,
They will vet to
unvet a feeling ill:
Go faster by the
light where pain is dark.
And finding the
pain inside most impart—
A writing pit the
wit willing to drill;
Do be with urgent
love kept close in heart,
Go faster by the
light where pain is dark.
