How pitiful life is.
How short
when love should live
to the last atom of its emerald,
the wink of a century.
I never cease finding you
in all I do.
I fall over the edge of life
and shout as I fall,
a tirade of grief and joy.
And you call to me.
I hear your words,
coming in a burst of darkness,
as palpable
as the roar of life.
I feel them coming on my tongue,
growing and bursting,
saying,
you are my life,
how sweet it is,
the happiness,
of loving you to the end.