Fain would we try
For the speech that is now lost to us
Of a time hatefully long ago yet at once so utterly sublime
This complacency we had not felt
Until we are together again at long last.
In my heart I did utter what my tongue cannot —
The torments of rasping darkness
Fell at our loneliness thrice and more
Begone and chased away
All toil and pain forgotten in the flaming light.
Mouth closed, and from a gesture of silence and doom
We dance with utmost joy and mirth
Our old feet leapt again with our very exquisite being
Living with you again
My preciousssss.
