Air
Sits upon
Thy lips as
Passion stirred
Draws courage
And dares
Rest
In a gaze
Such small things
As these:

Grief wept dearly
When she found
Death by her
Name,

Sorrow to muster
From peaceful days,
Calling from
Distant lanes,

And envy,
Like pages
Scorned
Writ deep, unnamed,
Cherished by
Remembrance of breath -

Live all the world
Unto thy fame
And burn brightly
By winter nights
All hope,
For all the world
You have to gain.