Newport Beach, CA, USA
I was looking again in old journals and found a nearly-finished poem that lacked only 2-3 lines....filled them in and this is the result. I would llike to say I never write in this archaic style but apparently 15 years ago I was trying my hand at it. It does seem fitting for Valentines Day, though.
All The Things Thou Art
How often I have waked to find
There is no forgetting thee;
No banishment from dream or thought,
Night and day thou art with me.
Thou art the sun of each new day,
Thou the shadow and the light.
Thou art the stars, the phantom moon
That breaks the darkness of the night.
And thou art the whole world to me,
All I know of earth and sky.
Thou art the reason that I breathe,
A part of me I can't deny.
Thou art the very heart of me,
Sole creator of my mood.
Thou art the whole of life to me,
Thou the evil and the good.
And there is no forgetting thee,
No denying my own heart.
I am destined to pass my days
Loving all the things thou art.
[This message has been edited by Beki (edited 02-09-2000).]