The time for love is now fast
As years tick on and flesh descends towards dust.
Death, so long a question, now is nearing,
And one makes peace with pain because one must.
Yet love still grips the heart with unspent yearning,
A hunger unappeased from birth to death,
A need for need, an unrequited burning
That casts its doomed delight past all regret.
O star that lights the else unlit creation,
Desiring ever what can never be,
Longing for some sense beyond sensation,
Candle to a light we cannot see:
Be for us now in these last years of life
The beacon that guides home a man and