Love Letters
Dauntless"Dauntless,"
I've heard it said of me
by those who badger
with all the same cautions
I hear you
whispering in my ear.
But what have I to fear, my love ~
that I might die?
I wither
for the want of you
even now,
and when I lay down
each night to rest
I have but one
unfailing prayer:
Oh, let me die
to this dream world
where we are apart,
and awaken
in any world
where I
am in your arms.
An Faolchu Gaelach
The Irish Wolf
1995