DENIALS OF SEDUCTIONS
Alone and unbidden, forbidden
Do the mad know they are
And who can tell if they are really sane.
Unbound along the heath and furze that guide me
Through the darkening grasses, I could feel them.
Their gaze burned in my flesh and sunk my face,
Their touch smote me upon the brow
And eyes so deep I could not breathe.
Their looks embedded into my conscience fair
And offered their wares unto my willing bosom.
Starkness in the bitterness of day
O cruel day! My enemy is thee,
That cruel master who whips his mistress for play
And that evil called a hidden name and
Which scatters across my brain
like stars at twilight.
My hair gilds grey along the glistening twilight
My eyes darken through the horrid sun,
My limbs weaken with every step
And my heart slows down with the coming night.
Darkness through the burning sun, I pray
That Christ repay me for some cruel trick I play
For falling hath damned me from heavensight.
And every night I arise from troubled slumber
To watch upon the hill for beautiful ghosts
And I, ghost upon the mount,
Do walk the ground on shaky feet.
Whispers of the cries on the deepening wind
But never the cry so desperately needed!