Seamless Thread

By 22nd August 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

Lest I should speak without resort to sound
Make utterance ‘twixt gently parted lips
Such plea that falls on love’s sweet hallowed ground
My plaintive words may sink, as foundered ships
Thine ears may strain to catch the tone as meant
Should thee as I, in blissful state remain
Wouldst dwell in condescending actions spent
Such time to choose this path or else abstain
Pray think of me as I oft’ think of thee
An answer to life’s journey up ahead
Mine heart belongs to one who’s yet to see
Whom in her mind’s eye, walks in Father’s stead
No need to look elsewhere for helpful sign
In composition ‘we’ may fit the rhyme

Richard Gildea

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