Monday, October 14, 2013

POEM: O How Anxious (Mozart)

To see only more,
How anxious,
How ardent glad reunion!
Erased by strident separation.
While I waver
While I quake and favor these
Sea swells that rise
To  halt the burst
Of fresh ocean foam.
Or sea green eyes.
In a whisper,
all fire is her sigh.
Cheeks aglow,
You deceive me so,
O tangy, trembling dream.


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