ABSTRACT LOVE IN METAPHORS
STATUS: IT IS COMPLICATED
If you want me, here I am
I to my dearests
In full bosom
In winters gut and fire
In summers bath
In silent tears of hope
I to my dearests
In a writers birthing and transition
Mending skies of catastrophies
It’s complicated
I to my dearests
The fright of highways
But God’s promises prove true
Obscure times of life
By amazing grace anew
By stars benign *
Do it to be baby!
I to my dearests –
Here I am.
Rosevoc. March 15, 2019 12:50PM
Writer’s Note.
The above poem is also published in “Abstract Life, Abstract Love: Poets Unite Worldwide,” by Fabrizio Frosini at Amzon.com
*By stars benign
My poem was inspried by A. E. Housman’s (1859-1936) poem “I to My Perils”
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