Labour of Love

In an ocean of dreams without a sound

I must lay my heart

Lay my soul

silently, invisibly.

The pure cold light in the night sky

Ceases to remember the delights of youth and the mind that I have loved.

All my thoughts and words are dead

Some are gone, some live on passionless and pure.

Warm and light I felt his clasping hand

His bright eyes blazed

watching, silently throbbing the joy of his desire

The labour of love and greif.

There is emptiness floating in the clouds

dancing in the air

The hour when love must cease.