When you go by Edwin Morgan

When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there's nothing I'd be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.

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Kavyaa said...

wow...poems like these make u fall in love with love...
words wine!

Anonymous said...

Yes a lovely poem - except my dear, lovely wife has died, she did go, and I can no longer hold her in my arms and tell me how much I will always love her. Before she died I could, I would, have said how strong I would be if she died (yes 'if') but now she has died I am small, weak and sad.