CLXXXII

The world wants nothing of a sweet romance,
nor anything that will two hearts uplift;
not dreams that drape the dawn, like clouds that dance
and wear its golden light before they drift.

The world wants nothing of the moon's full grace
that bares her bold and breasty light in bed,
so she and I in solitude may face
our naked loneliness, before she's fled...

But how the world could do without your glow
that both the sun and moon would yield before,—
such is a world, I hope, that, once I go,
would see the light and not, for once, ignore

the gentlest beauty that had ever been
through you, through time, through this, and sight unseen.

 -Michael D. Petti 

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