For what do I fret
When such riches lay at my feet?
The warmth of a fire,
The smells of a hot meal,
The noises of the beasts
And the words of a lover?
For what do I fret
When all I need, I have?
For what do I fret
When such riches lay at my feet?
The warmth of a fire,
The smells of a hot meal,
The noises of the beasts
And the words of a lover?
For what do I fret
When all I need, I have?
Looks like I owe you two poems today! Here’s the one for yesterday, very belated.
Sun through the window
On a cold winter’s morning
Life, like none other
It is with wariness I walk
Along this o’ergrown path
E’er watching in the shadows for
Vile biting, shadowed things
In warmest waters
I find a home like none else
Where quiet lives free
There is a silence hiding in the roar
A peace to find amidst the world’s chaos
A knowing that uncertainty e’er reigns
And order’s but a stone that will be dust
The morning with it brings
New hope
New promise
New, brighter sunlight
As the dark of night recedes
And the grief of yesteryear
Dims
The horizon is bright
It is unknown
Uncertain
Unmeasurable
But bright
I cannot wait, I cannot bear
The distance ‘twixt our hearts
The thousand miles of windy air
Reduces me to parts
But soon I know you will return
And all be set aright
And all within me once more burn
For you this blessed night
How do I dream
Of places
I have never been?
How do I dream
Of people
I have never seen?
How do I dream
Of lives
Long lost to time?
Shadows whisper secrets false
Clawing at my soul, they laugh
Gnawing at my heart, they sneer
Circling round my head, they lie.
That I may hear the truth and see them out.