vanity's own

call it whatever you like
some trials they killl me
hope against hoping to find
that your love has reached me
laughable, each of the times
our home worlds tried to be
shelter for long in your court or mine

hovering, stalking the door
escaping the first of pleas
stare dating only the floor
your faces - discouraging
then in a strange turn of course
when offered to dance with thee
from vanity's own
came an answer - please

nothing to toast
a taste of vanity's own
this in the last of our days
i have swallowed

better things owed
to those with strength in their bones
though not all moments of weakness
are hollow

such is the gold
in all that others may hold
as their own sweetness to offer - but still know

our vanities show as things of grace and scorn

call it whatever you like
some hours they killl me
so never again will i vie
for your love to fill me
tragic the times we have cried
our cold worlds their own release
however described, each of us knows [them deep]

[detached our] souls
when our cravings to roam
betray the blankets of home we've been keeping

still vanity holds
within the warmest of tones
also when motives alone do the sweeping

as shelter we know
that after sharing of loaves
we all fall back to in safety and keeping

call it whatever
[but of mine - I'll keep]

call it whatever you like
such harbors they sing to me
these are the voices from high
that I trust won't cheat me
yes, if in this you can find
your own ports of land to reach
we have our tide
of our course - we'll see