Archive for April, 2008

Soulin’

Soulin’

 

A distant gladness without despair’s reproof

Alight with joy abiding in its space

Sips at wine begat from grapes of promise

That neither sour nor tempers flair abase

 

So moves our core of love in temperate solace

Out of the self-full angst of dread and loss

To wean the sublunary geist of maudlin office

And lift that turgid heart above its dross

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