Sweetest Fantasy
Although I wait, my body silent, still; I cannot call it patience that I feel - A still body belies an active will, And hopeful anticipation my real occupation is. These days that are weeks. I wait for you, heart as full as the moon. While active mind her white stillness seeks, my voice repeats absent Love's hungry tune. Patience, I am told, would some relief give, If I would but learn and practice the art; But in stillness, sweet memories I relive And sweeter fantasy o'erfills my heart. Soon,... Sign in to see full entry.