Dear brother, on life's transitory
My heart must ache awhile that
would you stay,
My arms yearn still, desiring to
To press your sweetness to myself
But there are other paths for you
And countless conversations yet to
And new discernings, and new
loves to feel.
How can I cheat you them? It
were to steal!
No lover can restrain the one they
No soul, possessed, can freely soar
The sweet but often suffocating
Only those free to leave will to
Such joy you brought to me,
for to endear
Our frienship now another
Walk you in many worlds. Go
And know my hands shall
greet you when they might.
Cia Serby, Austin, Texas
To Gilles - for your comfort
and your blessing.
Cia Serby gave this poem to Gilles d'Aymery in June 1977, in Round Top, Texas, as he was departing for a trip to South America. They never met again.
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