Toro Tokuda

An eternity, then the long night wane;
Tossing and turning, I did sweat and gasp.
Every dreary night us two do be twain
An eternal drought; your name I do rasp.

Slowly I a-wake, thoughts all a-muddle,
Seeking you near as a moth to a flame.
Scowling at others, mine favor not subtle;
Sleeping without my heart, am I to blame?

You touch my frown, fingers gentle and soft;
Nay, not as soft as your lips in greeting.
Your warmth, your love— my breath and soul aloft;
O, my heart doth guide our lips to meeting.

Despair of the night in instant begone.
Nothing, no-one, dear— just your lips as dawn.