For Pat – On Friendship Reincarnate
Patrice, your memory is for me
A dream we seek to sleep once more
And dream again, so that its free
Formed passion waves an end, on shores
To crash again in rapt rapport.
I wander past this life’s acclaim,
A shoulder turned, a face ignored,
A lover lost in joyous shame,
To seek the highest moment’s blaze
Impassioned with forgetful flames.
See now, look there, our ancient love
Arose before the Pharoah’s throne,
The world well lost in carven stone.
Dear heart, forget it not, thereof
Today’s ecstatic moan.