Pain Come Softly
Believe me like you did before the rain,
like when with Night we sang the hymn of lost
travail. Empirical intents attain
the whims of times and bridges we have crossed.
Engulf me in your heaving soul, to show
that love is thrown between both Heav’n and Hell.
Those days that crawl like moons across the snow
will gaze upon the arms of Life’s farewell.
O pain, O pain, come softly on the day,
and move your whims with pulsing, light concern,
and sing to Peace’s throaty, husky bay
that thunder comes at daylight’s black return.
When finally sentries hear the warrior’s cry,
you seize me and together we will fly.
