Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
The windows are grimy: I think of you
And they’re translucent suddenly
The day is grey but with a few...
For every joy there comes a pain;
To know you’s joy – and your demise?
The thrilling kiss, the soul that cries…
