A Hundred Poems - Xiii
Beneath your feet, what lies there still,
A thorn of love's lost tenderness,
Or shadow longing for slumber's chill?
Oh, my love, star of shining grace,
Your light illuminates my way,
A journey from death to life's embrace.
In this misadventure of heart and love,
Which life does not endure and tend?
Our fractured feelings, spent and shoved.
Soothe me, love, with your loving heart,
Let gracious winds sweep us up and away,
Over, above, and unto heavens' part.
And amidst these ghosts of our past,
We shall rise, love, strong and steadfast.
:: 03-24-2014 ::
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