{I Am Not Yours}
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yes I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh punge me deep in love...put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
[ Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) ]
