My Life Is A Bowl
My life is a bowl which is mine to brim
With loveliness old and new
So I fill its clay from stem to rim
With you dear heart
With you.
My life is a pool which can only hold
One star and a glimpse of blue
But the blue and the little lamp of gold
Are you dear heart
Are you.
My life is a homing bird that flies
Through the starry dusk and dew
Home to heaven of your true eyes
Home dear heart
To you.
-May Riley Smith
1 comment:
I don't know how poets write such awesome work. It always amazes me how you come up with your poems, how do you? I'd love to hear what you inspiration is.
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