The Seeker Of Soul
You whom I once knew friend first and love last: You I remember to let go. Your beauty that bewitched me, I took away this love from you to gain this high office. But now it makes no difference day or night I alone yarn for you. How I embrace that fainted smile and run mad to a resting place to seek some comfort of the memories of you. For these memories marks pain once strong my eyes could see. Now these old eyes see nothing more than death. These ancient dead soul all about me, thousand of miles of dead my curse, My regrets for letting you go. bewilding ghosts I am force to know them all, and none of these here are to give comfort to me. And when there is none around I smile to dream for loving you I once did long. To know ecstasy like Lucifer from heaven to hell. Now I can not grow passion inside me, I am like the dead in the grave who do not move or wonder. of these am I?? Who be I who cast away true love be I an Fool!! If there be some way that it's light may shine upon my garden to grow one seed, Let that
be your heart. And let it grow such a love that it may never end. o'dear readers for here comes the night again, And my prayers go's unanswered. For I be what the spirits calls The Seeker of Soul, And them that call me well the Soul seeker and my heart fade to fall. (seeker of souls come ye this way) Unrest on my feet I do hear you, Now ready thyself for here come I.
Copyright © Ronald Campbell | Year Posted 2019
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