Though I live in dim ecstasy
The moon and stars shine only for me
In love, my heart aches for them more 
Their brilliance illumines my parched soul in adore

When I die
It shall be in a most wilderness state
With the revolution of man 
Crushing against my front gate

And though my heart will bleed spurts of passion
My body will convulse with life's shaken affirmation

That did
I did live
And passion
A victim
A blood red tiny rose

A meager facsimile of life's grandiose
I was
In love 
A lover of men
A lover of children
A lover of life
Loving that had sustained my exalting condition

In words too tiny to communicate
Love that no time nor mortal expression could navigate
I am alive
And beating with rushing passion

Life's quiver
From my own
Did produce my two greatest loves

When death happens upon me
I shall be ancient...
Finding my end
With a God most patient

I shall not die this day...
This day is for me
As are the stars
And the loves I've been left to oversee—