Grief
racks pure love; I feel dark pangs
for
my sweet prince who gilds the soil.
Pink
buds drape skies with silk from God
and
guide my soul to woods of grace.
A
veiled choir prays; trees hush their tales
The
rose lake chimes; I dance in light
A
white shade calls; his gaze fires life
As
red holes fade; my salve routs grey.
Your poem is much more masterfully shaped! I have a lot to write and read to reach such level of writing! Beautiful and a little sad!
ReplyDelete'his gaze fire life' is gorgeous!
i loved tht poem
ReplyDeleteI came by to look for a new post from you, but since there isn't one, just saying hello :)
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