Poem

That I had sheltered time's renown within my courage, rapt to own not going forth to speak disown as if some error found condone! This action, atrophy's exponent and God's resounding, faded drone, my silent heart could curse unknown nor love, nor love, for thee not shown! All light itself remains alone while darkness gathers and is prone, the storm, the storm resembles home ~ and love for thee remains . . . . a poem!