~path~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

~path~



The lark sings no song for thee
so silent in her tree,
The moon a sliver belies her beam
now dims his way toward me.

The brook beyond a barren path
where tears through time still fall,
Flows wayward love, to guide you there
come hither to my call.

3-9-06

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