On the hills where shadows weep

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Open Poetry #39

On the hills where shadows weep

themute
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since 2006-05-08

Posts 469
Maryland

0 posted 2006-12-28 06:20 PM

On the hills where shadows weep
To the flowers, uncolored and softly sighing sweetness;

Woe is love who’s quenched by wine of grapes
Untouched by careful hands,
Held to lips and tasted tenderly
By the fervent tongs that speak to die:

Love is trust and the yearning heart
Unquenchable. But truly love is the fire of mystery
That lights no candles
And burns all hearts who tempt to tame its heat
And master its movements.

Woe is me, the lover of such raging flames.
I rest my heart upon the breast of my dearest,
But such flames seem to her: too hot a burden.

I pray that the clouds of patience come
And let cold tears fall from their eyes
To squelch my flame to a waiting candle,
And to revive my flowers of joyous sweetness—
Whose breath is gaiety’s musical wind;
Singing a tune of lament and revival
To the songbirds that croon of the hours length
And the breathing of ancient flames.

I am the two-toed wanderer