Charged you claimed, in search of saints and heavens gates were bent
Yet all my heart and soulwith ease and no remorse did rent
Then my love and better will did distort
Though you my life and happy port.
All by neglect and temper lost, malign, witheld your glow
When my too free heart.too much did ready show.
And like volcanic dust did obscure all healing sun
Leaving all that was, from which no good would come.
Trampled and rough trod upon my dreams
Your misguided course erasing all that gleamed.
Would then that life was more than this and not just brutish will
Better we not tread where yet theres life to fill
But for all thats past, I ask, take from me without resent
This sun burnt kiss.my passions gift most freely sent
a well penned write, Ian. Enjoyed Thanks for sharing WELCOME at P.H.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved it. it reminds elegical style of Brodsky! comlicated! lovely!