Tale Of A Sigh

And as I lie, the musing of you,

A Sigh doth escape mine lips,

And yonder it travels through

Like on stormy waves did ships:

That I could drift to your window,

And gently ruffle the curtain;

Thus near to your bed go,

Where you sleep deep and certain,

And graze your rosy cheeks

As a soft slow draught;

Like the lullabies that Orpheus speaks,

Dedicating to Eurydice his craft;

So I would whisper to your heart

-Beating melodies in thine breast-

The songs and tales of my art,

That hath your magic as its crest.

And whence on your ruby lips

A tranquil smile doth spread,

Then only shall recede this apocalypse

Of turbulent thoughts in mine head,

For that sight hath that light in it

To finally let this feeble Air return

To the flickering life that birthed it

And tell of breathless beauty it did earn.

If only -as this erratic lay told-

Each Sigh could meet you:

What power might this distance hold,

But dissolve in Kronos's oblivious brew?