Poetry of Heart
To that heart of which I see, a gift
That was bestowed to me, but art
Thou for the grave to lye, into
A cavern to this love pass by. Nay!
Say such will not let to be, and
What cage does bind it, you or me?
Farewell accept or farewell the give,
Still pray the heart and soul to live.
Even in everywhere, wide the space,
True form, true shape, love secures a place.
Drift with me on angels wings,
Into a noon day sun, where the warmth
Of spirit sends, a hope for love is won.
And as sands of life fall by wayside,
Cast pain as shells, to the evening tide.
When you see them drift away
Hear crystal bells of love I pray.
My Poems
