Ere comes a time neither right nor left
Neither forward nor back, half-wit shape,
Whether pale nor blue, in barks a spree,
Now turn a neck her breath wouldn’t chase,
So laid in wake till morn sun may repel,
These single takings, a mistake long fought,
Could not see past her faults and admit them,
Nor could she write her feels and thoughts,
Nor could she read the message always bound,
But death awakened her from a flight with hell
And drooped so far with debt, a failed love, etc;
So too did it come she needed escape but to where?
If it weren’t the bar, it would certainly be through,
What worse prison than those whose mind imprison?
What better way to live than deny all chance to see?
And could I be wrong, if a bird would not fly, then die!
My lady, having forsook warns and mistook an error,
Now see for it begun a search for promise in erred ways,
Now cast a leap whose still horse is but one you take,
At most forsake all such neuroses and awaken here,
So guide a light and never resist the words yond made,
For there too remains life in ink I withwrit and bleed,
Whomsoever calls that patronise, then I am a patron.
These gates would not close, the bar is rust and spoilt,
An air is thick with thoughts, open a window. Release.
So this much I say would not reach stubborn head,
May it be as may, nor callous how much I said,
Nor turned a key, this much I too am shamed,
Now feel a pulse, my heart too is wrought,
Hers be the fainted thought, alas is new,
Years are fought with seconds these days;
The tree would not sink by my hands alone,
So that poor I shall witness all forsook,
Then beam a mirror at who you are
When times alone between us past
Are but simple shades in lighted hue,
Whose shadow I am come shadow ye fought,
Whence no one there can help us now,
Till morning drew, your escape is nigh.

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