Love
Hummed in the ascending dawn
Where inevitable light was sought and found
Recaptivated in the serenity of the wind
Where it was heard to be whispered again
And love, not two but one
Could be mislead by uncertain foes
In the dusk after a mighty strife
It could be sang forever with the night
But if you think that love's cry mend
To bleed and breath anew
Then love's songs could patiently wait
To be chanted, to be whistled by the wind. |
Submission Name: Love
