I Like Stone Am Molded O'Er
What shimmers in the shadow like
Behind the shadow of these eyes
Twilight and the tryst
Of time we cannot list
But if my love I list the hours
Spent beneath the woeful powers
Of sun and moon and simmered star
The hours will not get me far
Bound in circles round the sun
And circles make our hearts undone
But there is final beauty in the place
Where sunlight falls on wintr’y palace
And all the portals of the sky
Are frosted silver in the night
There-my love-my soul is spent
On memories-but not again
I cannot rise-I cannot wake
Tis crueler than a deathly state
For if a broken soul may writhe
And pass beyond its mortal rim
At least in passing it doeth give
A glint of what once was lived
But I like stone am molded o’er
Till crumbling turn to dust no more.
Copyright © Bruce Creech | Year Posted 2015
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