~Lover Nature~
...
At last!
an answer to shame
and fear and alone~
Nature's own self
shall be my lover, hence.
It does not lie,
nor care, even, at all.
So, no pain-in-expectation
need sully a flower-gift~
No falsity of passion
is even possible~
Catch the glorious blaze
of sun-death at night-fall
~or await another~
Not fickle, Nature,
but true, and only true;
time, and only time.
So my lover, Nature be!
And when I want the fire of passion,
I'll seek me the heat of Sol.
And when I need a soft caress of lover,
I'll seek me a walk in the breezes of night.
And where I need to weep
in the arms of stolid love,
I'll seek me the twin of my tears
in the gentle fall of rain.