The moon, a sallow captiveOf the sky’s pitch-black well,Searched for the bygone day,Penitent for love withheld.
Resigned to her warden fateIn the prison of spinster years,The wretched moon-heart groaned,Forgotten, forsaken, without hope.
Oblivion
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To God
Oh God! Have I truly lost the chance For this earthly life? Must I hope for the one beyond? You had coaxed me with biblical psalms You made morality my skin. What for? This…
O Dreamy Creature
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…