July 11, 2001

My mind doth wander to my love
Though he be but a ghost
I close my eyes and feel him by
The boy I loved the most.

Sweet Julian, my golden lad,
Where do you lie tonight?
Art thou in anothers bed?
Art thou anothers light?

Sweet Julian has stole my heart
Always I feel him near
Yet Julian does not sit by
My love does not rest here.

I cannot meet his azure gaze
I cannot kiss his lips
Though I long for the honey-taste
To drink in languid sips

Alone, alone! I am alone
I long for summers touch
My mind doth wander like a fool
To think of him too much.