Sweetest of Moans, From Her Desirous Lips

This My Heart Cries Out, Is But A Sad Song I shall drinketh not of Life's poison draught Nor when famished, yield to its pleading thirst Of Hope, goodness in Life, I was this taught What ego so swells, it will also burst; As man walks in darkness his steps faltered In that weaken heart, black enters and grows, He becomes a horse so firmly haltered It rests between death's first destroying rows. This my heart cries out, is but a sad song- Man is a creature doomed to his demise, He walketh edge of abyss, helped along By each tempting lust evil can devise. When sorrows demand, I death must embrace I speaketh true,- "nay, such is a disgrace"! R. J. Lindley, 3- 22- 1979 Sonnet, ( When Wisdom Speaks Out And Prevails) **** Sweetest Of Moans, From Her Desirous Lips Sweetest of moans, from her desirous lips echoes night's glory, its fruits partaken we had collided as love seeking ships that each, our sad pasts, we had forsaken. With cargo born, heart's resplendent fires our search, with its sweetest treasures thus found gave us cause to join love's hottest desires and with fervor beg for chains to be bound. Now in paradise berth, we each swore all of deep passions to entwine in love's grip fighting this hard world, united stand tall swearing to never let true romance slip. Docked and riding such sweet and peaceful waves. We gave thanks, to a Love that truly saves. Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019 Sonnet, ( Sweet Blessings In Life That Have Been Given)