Monday, July 16, 2007

A Poem For The Times

Fretfully, she looked all around
But he was nowhere to be found
O where did you go, was her cry
Without you I will surely die.

How I desire to see your face,
And again feel your warm embrace.
So please my love come back to me.
My sleepless heart yearns to be free.

Do not worry and do not fear
He will before long reappear.
A voice said from beyond the blue
To both cherish and adore you.

Is that another cry I hear?
Time to go and feed him my dear.
And though the darkness may be deep
You will find him shortly and sleep.

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