Rani Turton

I wrote this poem for you; just a lyrical fantasy.
Just some words that found their way onto a page.
Unasked for, unbidden
But not yet forbidden.

When the sun rose, I would ponder.
The sun set, yonder.
Night itself was a lone delight
A wilderness in which to write.

Then I asked my heart what it wanted to say:
It spoke softly, it did not want to betray.
I asked my soul and it had flown far away,
Far away; I thought of my beloved
And the words came; I, wont to reflection
Did not have to pause and think.

My soul, like a deer at a wild pond, did from love drink.

Copyright: Rani Turton