I am a gesture of hers,
she makes me into all I am.
Each work, each impulse, all are what she would have me do.
I rise, as does the sun, at her bidding
when she tires of us we go, I to sleep and him to set
to enable her sleep in peace, to satisfy her dreams.
I am all she wishes, no less, no more
When she no longer needs us we will sleep for evermore.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:52 AM UTC
I am a gesture of hers,
she makes me into all I am.
Each work, each impulse, all are what she would have me do.
I rise, as does the sun, at her bidding
when she tires of us we go, I to sleep and him to set
to enable her sleep in peace, to satisfy her dreams.
I am all she wishes, no less, no more
When she no longer needs us we will sleep for evermore.