Fold
As the clouds fold into the earth,
I fold without you, meaningless in worth.
As so the sun controls reserve
of dewdrops, so in truth my heart conserves!
The edge of time is but a moments serve
to all who beckon me ~ while thee, unnerve.
I pray to listen more thy heart's relate
the loss between us find ~ do underrate!
So ne'er again, the earth, nor sky doth mate ~
It is within thy eye ~ I fold my fate!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2007
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