Wait, Romeo! Wait, Juliet!
Love–a flame,
wild & untameable, yes.
This flame of yours sways now
by sudden angelic siren sonics,
and under their voodoo
your minds walk towards
the plank of your world.
Wait, Romeo! Wait, Juliet!
Certainly, your lights
are meant to be crossing stars
in the universe, perhaps
could only do so but once;
but this gleam, the very essence, you know
to be internal, mysterious, a gift.
Wait, Romeo! Wait, Juliet!
Today, the void and the moon;
in hours time, day–oh, day infuses!
Let death come as it has always
when a candle waxes to its base
and the wick is black and no more.
