Gathering my wits I did ask one day
Say Love, who are you and where from you hail?
Of all ideals yours seems the best way
yet finds you not across seas if we sail.
In the rise of the sun you will find me
In the serene quietude of the dusk,
In the flourish of the moon you'll find me
enticing as the aroma of musk.
Willy-nilly as the wind I wander
and as sprightly as the free roaming clouds,
Closer than your heartbeats yet far yonder
as the heavens with sanctitude enshrouds.
I befriend the meek and the innocent,
Seek me where trust and truth are imminent.
~03/08/2019
~"What is Love" contest by Silent One
Categories:
sanctitude, love,
Form: Sonnet
Sat squatting, you wait
cold as your own mind set.
Is this the church you chose?
Illusive is the sanctitude
that you so feverishly search for.
Yet still you wait,
so patiently in the damp light.
Under duress,
as if the corruption
means nothing.
The blankets on which you sit,
can’t keep the cold
from seeping though.
Categories:
sanctitude, anger, devotion, religion,
Form: Free verse