{random poetry #4}

{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) ]