Silent Are the Grasses
There’s a whisper in the grasses
As the emerald sea divides
Through which my lover passes
To come and join my side
Between the lightning flashes
The summer rains break free
Nourishing the grasses
As your love does to me
There’s a whisper in the grasses
As the narrow path grows wide
That leads to meadows placid
Where I’ll find you by my side
A cold wind stirs the ashes
And the dry reeds mournfully
But silent are the grasses
When you don’t come to me.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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