Song of An Ancient Poet
I live in bliss, Ising with thee
In faith and hope I sing and pray
When day comes with dew on the lea
In faith and hope I sing and pray
Oft in prayers I lift my palms
In winter`s cold or summer`s heat
Under shades I lift my voice in psalms
At home and on the open street
To the graveside dirge voices lend
O the cadence itself is life
On which my hollow heart must mend
Dreary notes like cuts of a knife
The soft wind blow a cottage hymn
A thicket bird for twilight tweet
Where once all was quiet and grim
They seem to me a splendid treat
My prime is done and gone with age
December`s end quickens no sigh
Nor baneful tears to quench her rage
My path is bliss `tis not a lie
The husking darkness clouds my sight
A blanket doom waits not for me
I sleep but shall wake to find light
Break the mountain waves of the sea
Copyright © Jude Chukwuemeka | Year Posted 2005
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