Two Versions of Still
1.
I miss you still,
all’s hurt and weeping, shrouding orb and stars,
while nourishments a pot of poisoned love
that in my desperation I consume
cold on the ash of angers fiery words.
1.
I sift and rake love’s cinders so to find
some fragments to construct a fragile chain
to fasten me to you and you to love,
treat tender, lead me into warmth from chill,
I love you still
2
FULL RHYME VERSION
I miss you still
all’s hurt and weep as I the past distill,
while nourishments a pot of poisoned love
that I consume and never can tire of
cold on the ash of angers fiery words.
That ash I sift and rake for I am spurred
to make from fragments there a fragile chain
that fastens us once more in love’s domain.
Treat tender dear, come into warmth from chill,
I love you still.
Copyright © Rick Howarth | Year Posted 2017
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