Christopher Thor Britt
My Love, My Soul - Poem by Christopher Thor Britt
Shadows lengthen slowly o'er
The place our hearts did meet
Where are you moon, light of my soul?
Where is your watchful gaze?
These eyes are sorely blinded, for
They long for blissful sleep
Yet, still I wait. Be still my soul
Wait 'til the end of day.
For in the gentle gloaming hour
When sun meets western deep
The moon shall light unto my soul
And light her beckoned way.
Oh, maiden fairly bless-ed, our
Two hearts do run in league
For love, I risk eternal soul
For love, here I remain.
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