No light pours in through tainted glass
This love of woe has come to pass
Though darkness grows with every hour
My heart does seek the one with power
To shine through darkness baring light
Who fights for me with all their might
Who's love is true and stong and sure
Who loving look is all the cure
and though I wait and though I look
What sun does shine upon this book?
It pages old and worn and sad
But inside all will make you glad
You took a chance to look inside
For all the wonder it's love will provide
But many looked for just one page
Some saw two but didn't gage
The life there hidden in the words
The life they sought amoungst the birds
Where song is sung and joy is near
But they just couldn't fight the fear
And so the book with aged face
Forever waits there in it's place.
I am not sure where this came from Greg but thanks so much for inspiring it. I have not written since the poem I posted in here last week. It felt good to let the words flow and create themselves.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shodows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face...
William Butler Yeats