Patti Masterman

Fire And Clay - Poem by Patti Masterman

Lady Angel, hear my plea:
Harken now your ear, to me
Take this soul, of fire and clay
And this endless stream of days;
Make a string of pearls, for he
Who with his smile, has captured me.

Lady Angel, were no crime;
That his smile, my hopes define;
The world is wanton, cruel and brief
And I'll have many days of grief-
My breath's my only gift to give;
My only prayer that he shall live.

Lady Angel; human hearts
Are delicate, when kept apart;
And human dreams do not depend
On facts; as how, or why, or when;
A miracle's reborn, each day
In Love's fierce oven: fire and clay.

Comments about Fire And Clay by Patti Masterman

  • Adeline Foster (11/6/2015 3:01:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. This substance of clay. Read mine - Who Am I -
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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 8, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 11, 2010

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