Flow Slow

Flow slow through thy bitter life Cross gently, and fancy fiery strife; Float in dark silence without a wing, There is time to melt till ardent spring. Thy love, vision, grief and desire Are sweet seeds for earth’s fire, In a world of doubt and despair, Where pity and mercy are so rare. In thy heart, thy soul dost weep, And look where thou vainly creep, With faint innocence and sad tears Thy feet are weighed by dreamy years. Triumph thy pains in aware quietness, A flower exchange life for a dew caress, Though it hides her bless in tiny seeds, Then perish humbly with eternal creeds. Blind thy eyes to aches and wittily live, And forget, ignore, and cordially forgive; And forsake the wealth of daily pleasure, Content’s Treasure has heavenly measure.