Poseidonia
The dreams of the dreamer
Are life-drops that pass
The break in the heart
To the soul's hour-glass.
The songs of the singer
Are tones that repeat
The cry of the heart
Till it ceases to beat.
I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.
I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent
To warm me when I'm dead.
Writer/s: Georgia Douglas Johnson, Johnny Labelle
