My Gemstone

Things that love the night
love not such nights as this

a strange rider
bearing gifts

this is the stuff of the planets; angel kisses
history

I pretend I am
undamaged

but the thought
is illusory

the tide rises
above the knees
it is freezing
and it is
about
to
free you

from uncertainty,
admit it.
I admit it!
I admit that I need thee;
that thou art not
some
dying
autumn leaf,
Thou art the whole season!
return to me
the way you ought-
newly,
and the same,
I am through screaming
through the hollow hills and glens,
Take my heart, then, profane it,
what difference does it make?
I can no more give
than you can take
Please,
just
remain

be
my
blessing
again

my
gemstone