I know this is the mist of the East
I know that I kissed her in my sleep
I know that to resist
Is to take myself, I insist, elsewhere deep
I know this is the light of the day
I know, with hindsight, I had to stay
I know always to be right
Is to stay on the inflexible way
I know this is the rain of the West
I know my pain is born in her breast
I know to rake for endless gain
Is to forsake the truth that more is less
I know this is the dark of night
I know the lark sings silver white
I know to walk through beauties park
Is love being caught, in her line of sight
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
