Come live with me and be my love,
and we will many a pleasure prove.
I'll calm dust and pain which flood
Your mind confronting some bound stud.
Do you see? The blight of the sheen?
Man's spectacle is not the cause
Of fateful rot "when half-gods go."
For with their flight "the gods arrive"
And after dew-drops, love-dust strive.
I'll trade pure sight for flicker frames,
Sure rectification of names,
So time stills like a living stream.
Pressing your two eyes with my palms,
I'll bring light to the night-bright show.
Poem by: Kevhn Landtorne
Inspired by Emerson's "Give All To Love"
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