The Light Of Grief Poem by James Wakelin

To be a challenged desire of hope and respect
the tears of rain subside in my youth
To be a bright earthern silk quilt
all done up in a sort of torn, the briefest of seams
So dont distress your heart
which is quiet and rested
The quickness of your soul; your mind
will indeed interpret deeds done in silence
The choice of breath on sigh
is indeed a dance of lights shining in peaceful delight
And then the dance of impression
does quicken the heart to
enormous
relief.