The Moon Leads There Poem by Emmanuel Odum

How late to realise
the worth of golden roses
who stood before my eyes
two a many years.
Encasing my heart
from the blatant lillies.
Soft and so mild,
embracing all doubts,
dissolving my faults
and every thunder bolt
with a smile that never change.
In tears of deepest meaning
more than words express
your affection never vexed.
Where now are you?
The roads cant find you
beyond my every cry
the river dispair.
Even in your face
the gates of brass,
i could bear the worst-
a journey to your heart?
The moon leads there.