The rain pours onto my heart’s desire.
I crave to see the face of my wretchedness
But it, like all, is turned to the sun.

When the night told my soul to become one
It never said that one would be so lonely
And the darkness that I admire
Creeps, hiding your path and your feet

And you head and your face
And all that is good in you
Is veiled; I won’t be the one to meet

You, when you turn away to be discreet.
I didn’t think that tactfulness would rear its distressed head,
Not to you, grimacing at you, and I stuck in place.
Not allowed by you to hold you from vague danger.

With your thoughtless smile showing ‘Eager to Please’
And not thinking of what pleasure is
You create a hope, in the manger

Of my heart’s teeth. I make no wager
For your return to me.
The thought of you that I tease
From murky spaces dies,

And I am whole again.
But the thought is not as strong
As when I loved you with just part of my soul.