Before You Gently Lit
|Before you gently lit upon my life,
By guileful dark delusions long obsessed,
I knew not how to love a knowing wife
For fear of being left or else possessed.
When struggling with my Muse so harsh at night
(A task which often stretched well into sleep -
To frightful thoughts thus adding dreams to fight),
Until you came I had no spells of peace.
This said, I must admit that as before,
If left untamed or struck by sordid facts,
Imagination fosters civil war
First in my mind and then as morbid acts.
|And yet, because you help me face this plight,
My love renews itself each time I write.
2 June 1992