Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lips? Stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh? - a note infallible
Of breaking honesty. Horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift,
Hours minutes, noon midnight? And all eyes
Blind with the pin and wed but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing?
Why then the world and all that's in't is nothing,
The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing,
Nor nothing have these nothings
If this be nothing.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
sadness overwhelms fatigue. still, I am not weak. even as salt tears fall, I AM NOT WEAK.
