Reading memories
When the one you love is away from you,
When the pain of loss gnaws at your bones,
Read your memories as an engraved stone
Upon which a net of thoughts brings her to you!
When you go back through time to live a blissful past,
And bring back to your life those passed events,
You read your memories as though they were present
And close your eyes to see her at last.
That is when Bliss sews her voice to your skin
And gives your body a tremor of blithe.
Then only can you feel her beauty as the scythe
That puts you to sleep into sensuous sin.