John Richard Cornwall - The Fourth Poem lyrics

This is the fourth poem In which I have lived with you Without pa**ion, Language leaving us in silence. Now, early morning As the dawn birds sing, I watch the opulence Of the sun correct the universe, Unknown pleasures visiting Gracious as Buddha - Or you - who sounds my name As if the soul mattered At 6 am, the morning Bleak, the sun nothing more Than its own light Uncertain of time or space Until shadows fall colouring Second after second and these words left, This fourth poem in which I have lived with you Stone-dead on its arrival.