SONG FOR THE KING

OR QUEEN OF WINTER

When you get away,

should I sit here, waiting

for you, gone astray,

where blue stars are skating...?

Shall I meet you there,

on the brink of doubt?

(I hope that you'll bear

as much as you're apt..)

Could I take you, then,

to my fiery heart,

that – not just in men –

seeks cold Amor's dart – ?