Love Cometh Softly
“Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing;
a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
Gathering my wits once
I did ask Lady Love,
Who art thou?
Into what realm doth thou dwelleth?
Love declared…
I belong nowhere,
Like a wandering nomad
I traverse the land,
Like a passing breeze
I ruffle the curtains of your heart,
Like a whiff of fragrance
I entice your spirit,
Like an elusive wreath of smoke,
Now I am here,
Now I am gone.
I walk softly
Leaving no trace
Stirring no dust,
Like your thoughts
Like your dreams
I sneak upon you unseen.
I touch so gently
None aware that I care,
I hush thru time,
thru beings, thru things,
Like air, like sunshine, like water,
I nourish, I nurture
So precious -- yet ignored.
I speak the language of the land
I observe their customs
I reinforce their faith,
I sit with the prince
and befriendeth the pauper.
When I am around
There’s peace and harmony,
When I desert
There’s darkness and death.
~02/26/22
~Contest: G
~Theme: Love
~Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2022
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