Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
Thine own eyes show feathered Grace,
Yet it comes upon me as iron ablaze.
Its touch so tender and yet so incomplete,
Through thick haze I cannot see the way.
It is in smoke and ash you rise,
Fire turned to soothing steam,
Envelop my heart and burn my eyes,
Your love is a curious thing.
I cry and my tears, they soak up the bed
Cometh thy eternal flame,
Touch not my skin, nor a hair on my head,
My heart shall burn through just the same.
I am down on my knees from Wretched Despair
And still you see it as praise.
Perhaps in my suffering I found hope hiding near
It will stay ‘til the night meets the day.
1
Share
About the Creator
River Cronan
The Ocean is magical,
And so is reading,
I find Shakespeare worth repeating. 😇
I find Shakespeare worth repeating. 😇
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.