Agathas

			
Youth brings the pain of purity
The will still wet and weak
 
Young Lady
 
Then comes the bud raging against the blossom
Soft beauty, the lands in ancient time begin to swell
And break in heavenly striving
This world of yours you wield
This heavy, heavy world
 
Lesbia Illa
 
So close she was that as she left so too did the mind follow
 
Passing
 
Flickers of shadows were once playthings but all the more they grow when the form is known
 
Lilith
 
She refused her place and fled
Returning on soft feet to bed
As from a dream stirred
 
Regine
 
The first fled. The second cursed.
The third learned from her predecessor
 
Memnon
 
Silence, the unbreakable tether,
Bound fast the prying hands
So soft, the cord,
It seemed a privilege to not move
 
Hierogamy
 
The forty-fifth and final love
Completes the historical circuit, progress this
The finding of what was lost,
And seen again remembered it was forgot
 
She seeks and finds, and finding longs for more
 
You answered to many names
And gave life to arboreal song
Elf or beast or lost
 
The evenings, how they must have laughed,
When telling mornings what had transgressed.