Crying Upon Her Knees - Poem by David Lacey
Dreams of enlightenment come hither through the void
Weaving their magic upon a child so coy
He dare not run least he upset and uproot the soul.
Beauty, grace have reared a face to rival that
Which launched a thousand ships.
Yet when the night draws in we find her
Crawling, crying upon her knees.
Comments about Crying Upon Her Knees by David Lacey
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.