Seeking the peace which hearts so desire,
Why those things in gentle speech retained,
Do I only recover after I have lost,
Things through deep love maintained?
Or am I just lost in what I don't know,
And grasping at what shall never be gained?
I think the reason in purposefulness,
Misses the logic I hope to summon,
For when I strangle those things I love,
My grip only holds what is common.
And so in my deepening despair I do follow,
All of the lost whose hearts beat on.
Dangerous then, is this strangling love,
For when it has captured its purpose,
The only delineation is "those unacomplished",
And the goal is forever marked "hopeless."
For those things which are sought never relieve,
And peace through their capture is lost to us.
So hold on, my Lover, hold fast now,
And know that so too I hold tight,
For the danger of keeping is hurtful,
So let us, each other grasp light.
Or when time escapes from our fingers,
Our joy will be lost to our sight.
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