I Am No Orpheus
I watch over thy lightless eyes,
As thick mist's brooding inside.
I wonder where you are now...
I stretch my hand to reach thine,
Now beryl-blue and stiff
I wish to 'brace you one more time
Before this earth you leave...
We would dance together
And jointly we would laugh,
The pitch of graceful measures
Would shut the jaws of Death.
But I'm no Orpheus,
I'm aghast and weak
I writhe in desperation,
Thy dulcet voice I seek...