I am so tired
Waiting for my heart to break,
Waiting for tears to heal my soul,
For a blessed hand to melt away
The agony within me.

Aeons since you went from me
into an alien world. And still
Stranger to beauty are all my days,
My nights dark makings of libations
Where once the myrtle grew!

I could carry the weight of winter,
The glory of autumn nights and days,
But I cannot bear the spring.
And I am ill, unto death, my Beloved!
Sick with longing, sick with weeping,
Waiting for my heart to break.