iwtv2007:

:: Flint / Miranda + Nassau Home ::

Bound for your distant h o m e
you were leaving alien lands.
In an hour as sad as I’ve known
I wept over your hands.
My hands were numb and cold,
still trying to restrain
you, whom my hurt told
never to end this pain.

But you snatched your lips away
from our bitterest kiss.
You invoked another place
than the dismal exile of this.
You said, ‘When we meet again,
in the shadow of olive-trees,
we shall kiss, in a love w i t h o u t   p a i n,
under cloudless infinities.’

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