Whispers Late at Night

Death is more than parting, but it can't
Annul a marriage, nor can it revise
The terms of an impassioned covenant
Or teach you how with scalpel to excise
Your former self from you that still persists.
Without your lover, you are emptied of
Yourself, it seems, and nothing true exists
Anywhere, and yet you keep your love.
There is an end to kissing and an end
To whispers late at night, but never shall
There be an end to heartache lovers send
Across the greatest barrier of all.
Though lovers into deepest night are blown,
There is no death for what the heart has known.

Copyright © 2002 Robert Daseler All rights reserved
from The Formalist
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission