Love's Un-Anchored Place. Poem by Michael Gale

Above the wall, beside ye call...
Away did I ride that sombre night.

Ahead of time, had I bide...
A frightening pride.

But as of yet, and done alas...
Because of fear, without a tear.

Doth ye withstand my might? ...
Or, more perhaps, my suddened bite?

Belife of heart ache'th, break...
Reliefe of happly staggering stake.

Begone, begone, thy stage'd darkness! ...
Never fear, but fear'id-near.

Lest the fauceted, pouring griefe...
I was sent away, as a wind, blown-leaf.

Moved of heart, but beatless yet...
Brung to me, that awkward debt.

Penniless of heart and emotion's death...
Alas, alas-heart ache's breath.

Beyond that step, to Heaven's gate...
As of yet, I'm, lonely late.

For in the morn', when I'm done...
Shadowed deathly, forlonly-bourne.

Begin this chapter of the love...
Escape from death, and ones of Hell, above.

For in Her sted and heightened lift...
Of her presence, had I missed.

'Lo in love we waifer long...
Only wish to hear her song.

Love is the world of detouring's bend...
Hope, to hope, it should, never end.

Never end that love starved search...
May I land, and always perch.