No my love, I cannot come to you.
For you sleep in the tower.
You lay deathly still and pale in its upper chambers.
Seduced by the Siren songs of its trumpeters.
You sleep in some unknown place
and I kiss your lips gently.
No my love, I cannot think of you.
For you lie still in the shadows of its great rooms.
You shine in endless reflections in the house of mirrors.
Yet you sleep beautifully still in the tower.
A tear of mine falls on your cheek
And you do not awaken.
No my love, I cannot know you.
For I cannot climb that high
I cannot bear the lights of the tower.
I shall not ascend bloodied and dying
Only to find you, still,
Beautifully asleep.
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