Fair Memory

   I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode

   ‘tis truly there with you I long to be

   To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode

   Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee

 

   In passion do I feel the tempest rise

   Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress

   To see myself in love there in your eyes

   And in thy garden dare to find me rest

 

   O damn the world that holds this body bound

   N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind

   ‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found

   And there I long to be with you again

 

   For in fair memory’s eye no care there be

   And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee

 

 

                                      Christopher Thor Britt