TO LYRIC LIGHT
1977-83
    
    
 

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Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005

 
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I don't sleep well away from you,
don't exercise enough, am morose, am a bore.
Nobody says how well I look any more.
What exercise, what deep sleep you gave!
What delight! What loud exclamations!
I am shocked that this is no longer true,
but loving the delight you unlocked in me
I did not unlock you.
If love had made both of us equally free
it would never have stopped.