Thrace

Now tethered to a lonely space A place without a warm embrace T’is hard to break the ties that bind The rope that hope could ne’er unwind To want that love once unconfined Could sail to Rome, or Greece, or Thrace. Was want that placed within this vase The scent of rose so to efface Mournful song of nightingale A blushed cheek song behind red veil Now tethered to a lonely space Where thorn once pricked now left no trace Wrapped now in sails by lover’s grace For stars aligned and wind behind To break the tether in my mind Dreams not tethered to lonely space. 4/4/14