The Enchantment

I do not think pain will touch me today.
The blue sea of clouds is sailing my way.
I feel the rise and fall of their white sails,
he power of light upon their fragrant spray.

I walk among the silver linings of this day,
he overcast dismayed of me breaks away;
et, in this dream we both agree to this task:
I first a lay of love, she enchantment’s sway.

Each time I pass this way I see her riding,
er hair like a thousand rivers sparkling;
nd I am lost among her sea-green eyes,
Like a foam dazed weanling triton’s blaze.

If ever I awaken from this mourning enchantress,
You’ll find me in the garden planting her rowans;
ne more seed of love in memory of her bright life,
To fold into the dark loam of this earth’s old strife.

 – Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.

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