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Without ever knowing why)</p><p id="42d1">No, do not fear the cold, my love It’s far warmer outside Though your castle is more comfortable It is so only through lack of weather I’ll show you a place Where no one hides from the rain</p><p id="8093">And yet…you do not come</p><p id="84ab">Do not fear, love, do not fear In that other land we’ll be immortal, love The wolves cannot touch us there</p><p id="3d80">And yet…you do not come</p><p id="4ffa">Hurry, love! The hour’s end is nigh The slumber of the wolves is a restless one And they dream with open eyes</p><p id="5677">Still…you will not come</p><p id="d8d1">Now the hour has passed The wolves return to the hunt We’ve lost our chance Missed the time when all young lovers can abandon their beds And dance</p><p id="d328">And yet…and yet…</p><p id="0d0a">Do not fear, my love, for time is weak While our love is strong I’ll go but my absence won’t be long I will return again.</p><p id="e54f">Across six smoking mountains I will come, love Eight bottomless seas Past the fountain of serpent Through a forest of hangman’s trees I’ll come to you again, my love On my knees.</p><p id="fdd1">We’ll run away together While the waves climb most high And crash most deep The night when the wolves sleep.</p><p id="944d"><b><i>Copy

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right 2018 Jeff Suwak</i></b></p><p id="eb20">More poetry at:</p><div id="f33d" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/first-love-lost-beffa45452be"> <div> <div> <h2>First Love Lost</h2> <div><h3>First love lost, and the rest turns to dust New rose blooms from first rose’s rust Discolored, stained by old deceit…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*8RqlDuwyVwIaiPe7.)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="897c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/alas-a7b854ae8ed8"> <div> <div> <h2>Alas</h2> <div><h3>I wanted to be a gentle whisper in your ear, a feather fallen onto the smooth surface of your days.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*lBlVZnEMMv4k8umB.)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

While the Wolves Sleep

Night arrives like a faceless need To rob light from young lovers Like you and me.

Come steal away with me, my love Steal softly away with me Out your chamber window, love Come steal away with me.

I climbed six smoking mountains, love Crossed eight bottomless seas Sneaked past the fountain of the serpent, love Braved a forest of hangman’s trees All to come before you tonight, on my knees.

For tonight, my love, we may run and find The land of our origin Tonight, while the waves climb most high And crash most deep Tonight, my love, while the wolves sleep.

They say the wolves are eternally hungry And that they eternally feed They lay themselves down and drink Of young lovers’ needs And all the while that they howl All we can do is bleed

But tonight, my love, tonight is a special night For all the fools like you and me Because tonight, my love Is the night when the wolves sleep

(It’s for you, tonight The way the clouds cry Just like you they shed infinite tears Without ever knowing why)

No, do not fear the cold, my love It’s far warmer outside Though your castle is more comfortable It is so only through lack of weather I’ll show you a place Where no one hides from the rain

And yet…you do not come

Do not fear, love, do not fear In that other land we’ll be immortal, love The wolves cannot touch us there

And yet…you do not come

Hurry, love! The hour’s end is nigh The slumber of the wolves is a restless one And they dream with open eyes

Still…you will not come

Now the hour has passed The wolves return to the hunt We’ve lost our chance Missed the time when all young lovers can abandon their beds And dance

And yet…and yet…

Do not fear, my love, for time is weak While our love is strong I’ll go but my absence won’t be long I will return again.

Across six smoking mountains I will come, love Eight bottomless seas Past the fountain of serpent Through a forest of hangman’s trees I’ll come to you again, my love On my knees.

We’ll run away together While the waves climb most high And crash most deep The night when the wolves sleep.

More poetry at:

First Love Lost

First love lost, and the rest turns to dust New rose blooms from first rose’s rust Discolored, stained by old deceit…

medium.com

Alas

I wanted to be a gentle whisper in your ear, a feather fallen onto the smooth surface of your days.

medium.com