Xaely

Oh, here where the world is still
As at the end of a long night's dreaming,
When the sunrise over the hill
Has not disrupted the dreamer's sleeping,
But creeps in under his eyes as light,
A sweet death at the end of night-
Here, let me remember Xaely.

Oh, it means little to say her gaze
Was a commingling of blue and green,
Of the best of sunsets and days,
The tumultuous skies and deep serene
When the sky is just fading from blue
Unless you know her soul was blue-green too-
Ah, hear me remember Xaely!

Oh, Xaely was true to me,
And in some ways as dear- more dear-
Than a wind come from the sea,
Scented with foam and white blossoms clear.
She had all that delicate beauty,
That lured a heart into a dreamer's duty-
Ah, but more than that was Xaely.

Oh, steely smile and steely will,
And intelligence like a hurricane,
Picking up ideas, only to kill
Some, and then sweep the chosen up again.
Quicker than wind and fairer than fire,
Is it any wonder she roused my desire-
Ah, but who would not love Xaely?

Oh, she lived more in a day
Than most will live in a score of years.
Everything to her was play,
Or cause for a storm of joyous tears.
She was always looking, always seeing,
Her darting mind some beauty freeing-
The poet of life was my Xaely.

Oh, free she was, swift and fair,
Than fire fiercer in her laughter,
Light as though borne by air,
Scared neither of life nor what comes after.
In ecstasy she laughed and she cried,
And when her life consumed her she died-
Her heart shattered in passion, my Xaely.