Forget

May I yet kiss your cheek goodbye 
That humbly I might bow away
 And leave such treacheries behind 
Before I send you to your early grave? May I yet turn my eyes above 
And glimpse the light I dear adore
 The humming of a lighter love
 Without your hate, your fear, your lovely scorn? May I yet catch another day
 Between my meek and clumsy hands 
To feel that coarseness slip away
 Not you to treat with silk from fairer lands? May I yet wish for weather light 
And break my travels in with sun 
That sea won’t welcome with a fight 
As you can send me to the floor, undone? May I yet bid to run from cold 
That it forgets sweet memories 
And I could still grow young to old
 Far run then from your cursing remedies? May I yet seek those distant dreams 
That you had cast down to the sands 
In hopes to weather down the seams 
So I could run not from your caring hands? May I yet find a dearer place
 That my new life could start with hope 
And I would not need run a race 
To seek affections as those you withhold? May I yet bolt from deserts dry 
To stop my drowning circumstance
 The time I fear indeed draws nigh 
For, to you, I would ever fall again?