Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
What would I give to see his face?
Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot --
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,
A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
And so the Night became.
A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances --
First time together thrown.
Whose limit none have ever seen,
But just his lid of glass --
Like looking every time you please
In an abyss's face!
You're soon," the Town replied,
"My Faces are asleep --
But swear, and I will let you by,
You will not wake them up.
The smallest Housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the Lawn
And somebody has lost the face
That made Existence -- Home!
The Habit of a Foreign Sky
We -- difficult -- acquire
As Children, who remain in Face
The more their Feet retire.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories