Only in the dream that is like sleep
When time has taken the measure of live things
By stark origination
Is mankind redeemed
Only in the melancholy of the music
Of the midnight within the blood
Comes the fulfillment
After faring years.
Only in the balance of dark tenderness
When everything is seen in its purity
Do we penetrate
The myth of mankind
Only in the mastery of love
Is anything known of the world
Death put aside
With pure intent.
Only in the long wastes of loss
Comes the mystical touch on the brow
That triumph grow,
Insatiable, again.
***This poem was incorporated into a song of the same name that was commissioned by the New York City Gay Men's Chorus and that I'm singing in Glee Club. It doesn't seem to me like these lyrics have received too much popularity in the 28 years it's been around, so I have no reservations about putting it up here for you poetry lovers.***
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