Enemy of Joy
No enemy of joy is left to see
How balmy sleep envelops us anew,
As sand and foam are gathered by the sea
In an array of sparkling gold and blue.
Within the realm of fantasy there is
A calm oasis waiting to be found,
And he who claims the prize to make it his
Can find repose and succor without bound.
If I, instead, prefer to stay with you
And leave aside the quests of yesterday,
I pay the penance which is always due
When man decides to keep his heart at bay.
Though I may try to leave the world behind,
Your voice and call still linger in my mind.
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