Drunk

My head is spinning. Where are you,
And where’s your sweetness now?
When will I taste your fallen glow,
Or kneel to kiss your hands of dew
Which bear the morning light? No: never …
Your memory alone becomes
The dragon in my mind which runs
Set loose – and spreads its flame forever.
I shall have no humility
Before that, nor before your eyes
Of storm which used to level me.
I will be like Apollo’s skies,
Poseidon’s pillars of the sea;
I’ll melt these waxen wings of lies
And fly, like Icarus, but free.