Should I love less
Now as winter creeps on
Than I had in spring
When full and fresh
Blossoming in the warm
Languid air

Should I love less
As the sky grows colder
The clouds heavier
As winter spreads her wings
Snow blankets the ground
Bitter breathe freezing

Should I love less
When dawn bursts forth
Consuming darkness in a
Wave of heat

Should I love less
When day concedes to night
And all before is laid low
By shadows

Should I love less
Should I dance less
Should I burn less
Should I be less

Or take up the mantle
And become
Both less and more
Dichotomous Angel
Brought message blazed out
Sanity and rage
Emptiness and Glut
Given form, given choice, given life

A fevere dream of hope.