Bless this poem
Give it form
Let the words flow
From my tongue.
Look how birds in the sky,
Together in unison they fly.
Content in Nature's beauty,
For all it bestows in plenty,
Breeze is absent
Leaves are silent
Moon is repentant
The earth is numb
Where is the lost love you seek?
O my love, do you have a clue?
Listen, and it will softly speak,
Hidden somewhere inside of you.
On blue summer nights I shall take the misty way;
Wheat pecking my wrist, cool grass beneath my tread;
I shall let the gentle breeze caress my uncovered head
And a surge of infinite love carry my soul away.
Let ours not be an embrace
That tethers you to me
But a loving touch with grace
That gives us wings
Leaves on my maples are on fire
I behold in awed fascination
Crimson, burgundy, purple
Lo, my wounds lay open again
Smell of blood in senses rears
In my house of darkness enters the morning light
Pale and vapid twilight
Half-moon smiles on a barren tree
Hiding its sadness for none to see
Finds my silhouette in the canopy
Radiates its warmth down on me