Jew #5
My tears like golden leaves may fall again
And bring to memory its rain
My hope like frisky winds may pursue love
Sleepless, foodless, clueless till
The end. Life is nothing but to will
Its heart, and I from the ark am dove
Enough to believe you are
My enterprise and northern star
We will sing no sad songs a second time
But in your love find my clime
For peace and that long elusive rest
I could not know without you
I could not know without you
And the sweet pillow of your breast
Guide me to your joy
Where nothing my dreams annoy.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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