WINE AND GATES
Can A Romance Set Its Sight's In Same
Give me attention
Select a rose, for friendship
Ask in austere lament, if I seek the golden collection
Of voices in league, with are and arduous, the irony of art and whit...
Strangeness walking by
Souls with a named course, the risk of adage
To overcome itself, in a lengthy war of reach and stone, sly
We claim the distance to nerves unknown, a silence to wage:
A friend of seek and service, to our better ideal
Has the common, for gifts and needy lifts, of spirit
To the realm of succor, to look and begin a new suggestion, of weal?
That has the voice of condition, but will know you for a heart to get...
Getting the time of day
So sweet, the admonish and belied finish, to a rule of thumb
Shadows and might, meted for light and may...
Today we have the conscience of others, the coping heed to come?
Pretty day, isn't it?
Welcome the tender accuracy, of resumption, a needier kind...
To the through and due, hosting of curiosity to live
Well, like the soul of guidance and truer here and now, is but the mind?
Select a rose, for friendship
Ask in austere lament, if I seek the golden collection
Of voices in league, with are and arduous, the irony of art and whit...
Strangeness walking by
Souls with a named course, the risk of adage
To overcome itself, in a lengthy war of reach and stone, sly
We claim the distance to nerves unknown, a silence to wage:
A friend of seek and service, to our better ideal
Has the common, for gifts and needy lifts, of spirit
To the realm of succor, to look and begin a new suggestion, of weal?
That has the voice of condition, but will know you for a heart to get...
Getting the time of day
So sweet, the admonish and belied finish, to a rule of thumb
Shadows and might, meted for light and may...
Today we have the conscience of others, the coping heed to come?
Pretty day, isn't it?
Welcome the tender accuracy, of resumption, a needier kind...
To the through and due, hosting of curiosity to live
Well, like the soul of guidance and truer here and now, is but the mind?
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Can A Romance Set Its Sight`s In Same
Can A Romance Set Its Sight`s In Same
