When you go / Edwin Morgan

WHEN YOU GO

When you go, 

if you go, 

and I should want to die, 

there's nothing I'd be saved by 

more than the time 

you fell asleep in my arms 

in a trust so gentle 

I let the darkening room 

drink up the evening, till 

rest, or the new rain 

lightly roused you awake. 

I asked if you heard the rain in your dream 

and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.

Edwin Morgan 

From The Second Life, 1968 & New Selected Poems. Carcanet Press, 2000.

Photo by Neeltje de Vries