Mine Youth of Dreams

Mine Youth of Dreams By John Evans Poetry that changed my heart – Words of a metaphorical new start, To swim thy depths of a thirsty soul, And find thy spirit, now of whole. Inebriated by mine childhood stare, Of a Piney scent from a light summer air, Though risk thy nights of a bitter cold, Thy foreign lands share what’s told; A forest lake of starry dreams, Tell me more of thy long, sap filled and tallest trees – Thy heavens are with every meadow breeze, And with thy start from thy new dawn of man, Hints of every query sent forth to make a stand, Amongst thy great cathedrals of thy woods, My God, my God, to stand naked before thee of earth and stone, To give you thanks and praise, a child of nature, quite not alone; For in this giving you know mine good, And through Thy giving I knew Thou would!