The Author Returns
Long ago had I left you,
Though I never meant to part.
Resolve is a commodity,
That’s anchored in the heart.
Yet love is not the only thing,
There, fighting for a place.
For fear would claim its sovereignty,
And it has won some space.
But mortal fear must fade,
True as the march of time,
While love persists unto the end,
Eternal, blessed rhyme!
And thus—at last!—I can return,
A creator to the forms,
Fashioned out of quiet joy,
Kept strong through sun and storms.
And your story must continue,
As the pulse within my veins.
And life is yours beyond my own,
If I succeed in my pains.
Written 26 January 2018
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2018
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