Daily Archives: August 13, 2020

ODE FOR GNOSSIENNE NO. 1

AND like poured water the love spreads a peaceful river across these wooden
floors aspired; dying or sleeping  it reaches a lake alike my own
dreaming wishes!  Sore, purple-lit shores oh burning sand!
And tearful horizons cutting light — appears an apparition of love!
Should i, after mourning and tears, conjure strength from God’s love?
Such strength is in nature and  my heart but so too a refraining
strength of force in such crisis!  I am no saint and church prayers
in summer burst-colors all sins turned purple butterflies away!
   And soon!  as I have seen so you the coachman beacons at cool night
a lonely soul comes away from love!
And what saddle-ridden journey has such a soul forsaken
to get across now,  Unto eternal life?

:: 12-18-2014 ::
::rev: 08132020 ::