Love lingers, in the objects of stone left behind,
holding pleasing recollections of welcome footfalls;
the painful memories, most, spent of love declined.
Those last few months of harborless shores, the squalls
fade, as I gaze on the jade keeper left bedside,
holding pleasing recollections of welcome footfalls.
The blade of horn, carved with love's protection, bides.
An owl of stone my guardian makes nightmares
fade, as I gaze on the jade keeper left bedside,
I have keys given me in faith, your love declared.
Though trust given, never was withdrawn, never died.
An owl of stone my guardian makes nightmares
fade, and over gold-amber earrings; I still cry.
Yes, you are goodly gone, and that I truly know;
though trust given never was withdrawn, never died.
Happy times of kisses warm, of love bestowed,
love lingers, in the objects of stone left behind.
Yes, you are goodly gone and that I truly know,
the painful memories, most, spent of love declined.
Categories:
harborless, introspection, lost love, love,
Form: Terzanelle
In a harborless sea I was sailing, being tossed too and fro by despair,
sinking deeper beneath an unlighted wave of woe;
surfaced by faith alone.
In a foggy haze I once wandered, trying to please while dismayed I was,
no good in me only Grace you see;
given from the one who set me free.
In a canyon of darkness I dwelt, being led by an unseen hand,
firm is the grip that will not let me go;
loving and strength is the One who gave.
In a valley of dust I tried and failed, accompanied by a presence so devine,
standing by me is my rest and only hope;
eternity is just beyond the rise ahead.
In a joy encompassed embrace, forever I will remain,
no fears shall alram me,
drawn nearer unto my harbor; my God!
(c) June 18, 2006
Categories:
harborless, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope,
Form: Ballad