Ravished

 

Ravished, by all that the heart considers just

Yet hungry for the joys of true simplicity

My soul can find no stair to you

No haunted hallway of what-might-have-been

 

For I mourn to save earthly loveliness

And travel not for my genes

To reproduce, not for some prospering

Of sparrows waiting to nest?

 Though if I would descend with glorious light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Into the sounds and fragrances that

Bears your name, what bliss might I find?

A gentle heart to purge and to make wise

 

For the beastly years need something more

Than starlight, to make it better

For mortal hope was trained to search for love

A long long time ago, ravished, by all

 

That one might hold dear, what one might

Believe we need to make life bearable.