The light has flown; now latticework of vine
On stony trellis, piled high with roses,
Becomes backdrop for lovers pressed, entwined.
Sultry whispers hit air, then strike poses;
Falter step of breath sweeps the ivy from
Her hair, and his eyes say: love, linger there
Awhile longer, until the night is done;
For the veil of daylight brings our despair.
Parting is only sorrow, and bitter
Never sweet, like the taste of your lips and
Your lies and the time we waste and witter;
I will be the hourglass; you-- the sand.
When day breaks I go with it; shatter, flee.
When the sun shines, love, you at last run free.