My eyes have wept ten thousand days
in hopes burned out to ash
come back to me sweet innocence
from time that's drained and past
These cries all told are solitatire
and blunted by the night
alone and damned
with heaving breast
naught air enough to fight
The winds of loss upon my head
with force unyielding blow
in cold the plight
and colder still
that fortune’s fate I know
Come days of love surrendered near
to providential joy
whose flickerings of memory
grow fainter to employ
Prime innocence is lost and gone
gone forevermore
and left behind in chasmal kind
the hollow of my soul
October 27, 2003
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