A Heart's Deep Song

A Heart's Deep Song Grant me for sweet remembrance sake Some golden gift that I may take With me into that region Awaiting me when love is gone, The jewel that held thy fragrant hair Against the winds of March; a share Of lavender thy fringed lawn Nestled among until dawn; A broken bridge, a tattered string Of thy deep lute's dismembering; The many-beaded beryl zone That thy still orisons hath known; Or, that my heart may be at ease, Tell me the bliss thy vision sees; Sing me the secret of thy faith That I may find thee beyond death. R.J. Lindley, April 17th, 1972 Note- In youth I sought the winds that sing aloud bringing in music of each new day I was bold, hungry and quite proud yet life's selfish yearnings got in my way Looking back, great life was there to be had if only my anger had not held sway I was so wild, crazy and yes, a bit bad for which truth and justice made me pay Ah, but who hasn't regret about youthful misdeeds about fine treasures so stupidly lost I that happily sowed far too many dark seeds sadly now reap, the inevitable high cost When youth in folly thinks not but then leaps should it shock, to find, Fate plays for keeps Started as just a short note--turned into an unfinished poem. My muse taunts me today... at her sweet pleasure..