Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Whispers






My love steals
Across the land,
Like a dew.......
Provoking
Every scent and color.......
Till all lies before me;
Lustrous, and fragrant.......
If I cry to the heavens,
It is only that they may whisper to the earth.......
And the earth,
To the bursting lily,
And the wild vine, trailing on the hedge.......
And the bud, and the vine,
Into the heart of man.......
For I cannot shut out the hope of my love.