Fair Memory

I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
   ‘tis truly there with you I long to be
   To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
   Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee
 
   In passion do I feel the tempest rise
   Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress
   To see myself in love there in your eyes
   And in thy garden dare to find me rest
 
   O damn the world that holds this body bound
   N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind
   ‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found
   And there I long to be with you again
 
   For in fair memory’s eye no care there be
   And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee

                                    ~Christopher Thor Britt