POEMS FROM A TENDER AGE
An Crystal Eye
An Crystal Eye
A bitter line was this to write,
that came . . .
that rose !
From sleepless night.
When wondering held sleep at bay,
that marched
through mind,
until the day.
Black heavens cast in sequins lie . . .
And dreams
that must
with daylight fly !
A shadow crossed across the Moon then stilled . . .
Within the darkened shadows gazed,
an Crystal Eye,
an inner place . . .
Wherein,
with loneliness and faze,
this bitter line I did Thee raise.
A bitter line was this to write,
that came . . .
that rose !
From sleepless night.
When wondering held sleep at bay,
that marched
through mind,
until the day.
Black heavens cast in sequins lie . . .
And dreams
that must
with daylight fly !
A shadow crossed across the Moon then stilled . . .
Within the darkened shadows gazed,
an Crystal Eye,
an inner place . . .
Wherein,
with loneliness and faze,
this bitter line I did Thee raise.
