O unmet Time astray in vast beyond
Bold actuality of breath and blood
The cold ideal stillborn in the pond
Of dreams whose frozen aspect hoards the flood,
As nears the date so real my wish but lost
In broken earth and bridge, in labor fight
Unscented aromatic bloom at cost
To vagabond on pause before his flight,
Through visions in the night and daylong dream
I see you young and surging yet again
Approach our meeting with your passions keen
And close to touch ---- again in vain,
Eternal separation fashions view
Tormenting hope of ever loving you.
