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A NOCTURNE

from An Apogee


I have waited
long as the moon-dark sea
until you come to me.
Speak of lightnings
coursing by the rain
until you come again.

It shall be my highest bliss
from earth, an apogee.
In darkness hide the secret things
of God, in sanctuary.

I have wandered
in hollows as the owl
where lizards prowl.
I have watched on
the tempest of the sand
for thy land.

It shall be my highest bliss
by stellar reverie.
Forgotten, all the ruins
by the absentee.

I have waited
long as the moon-dark sea
until you come to me.
Speak to me
an apogee.






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