I Have Moved

Beseech me not, for I have moved far, far from that once safe harbour, gone away now to the place that lies beyond our oldest memories Sympathy's soft shoulder sits no more to catch those tears, no tender touch comes from a hand, no sighs or sobs await Dear Compassion no longer lingers here, it's long ago cast off its lines and set sail for calmer seas and warmer climes Mother Mercy sings here no more, her tender voice now rings out in that country where only those with love can hear Even the old crone, Mistress Pity's shuttered her windows to the cold winds of this longest of all our many frigid winters Beseech me not, for I have moved far, far from that once warm hearth, no stool is waiting by the fire to melt a cold, cold heart