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.
Michael Peach
Jerusalem
2 June 1992

 

 

 

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