Monday [The Voice...]

echo

come to me in the silence of the night;
come in the speaking silence of a dream;
come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
as sunlight on a stream;
come back in tears,
o memoy, hope, love of finished years

o dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
whose wakening should have been in paradise,
where sould brimful of love abide and meet;
where thirsting, longing eyes
watch the slow door
that opening, letting in, lets out no more.

yet come to me in dreams, that i may give
my very life again though cold in death:
come back to me in dreams, that i may give
pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
speak low, lean low,
as long ago, my love, how long ago!


christina g. rosseti


[you are amazing]

you can't hold me down forever, with a diamond and a tether...