I wish the snow were falling
On my heart grown black as a burnt crust
With hating you, whom I did love and trust;
I could not hate you so if the snow were falling.
I wish the pale morning would arise
And lighten with the lost light of your eyes
My eyes grown dim with watching for the dawn
And my tongue dumb with dreaming.
There is no joy in hate, it is a poison
To the very soul. And though
I loved you badly, loved you late
Love itself was ever rich and great.
I wish the snow were falling
In my heart I wish it were morning.
 Forest-of-Silence · Thu Oct 28, 2010 @ 10:39pm · 0 Comments |
