My dreams and love, like dying sparks.

When first I saw your soulful face,
I wished to dwell in your  embrace.
I wished as well to clothe you in
The sacred images within.
To find a home for love without;
To fold my dreams all round about;
Your loving body and your face
Were covered in such joy and grace.
I found my dreams were cast aside;
The world of meaning denied life.
What seemed most precious now is fled
As I lie sleepless in my bed.
What is the world when unadorned
With all that in my heart I’ve formed?
There is no meaning I can trace.
As in a mother’s empty face.
On these grey rocks. my path is hard.
From paradise, my self is barred.
To struggle or to grief succumb,
When this dark day of mourning’s done?
Into His dazzling darkness dart
My dreams and love like dying sparks.
Into His Mystery so fair.
I’ll cast both hope and my despair.
Thus my dreams will be transformed
To show themselves in other forms.
What feels a loss may foretell growth.
On my hope,I’ll take an oath:
“That nothing in my life is waste;
That I have not for phantasms chased.
And you are human,as am I.
Let’s live again until we die”

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Please do not stalk on the water.
Do not park on this water.
Do not alight on my daughter
Do not steal  another’s blunder
It was his walk which caught her
We ate the cloves and dishes.
Let she who is without a PIN  have the first groan
Love thy labourer as thyself.
Love my favour and thyself
I am a zealous Rod unending.
I found Freud was  a filing symbol for God.
A Gallic symbol was Joan of Arc
Do not rivet your neighbour’s wife..
Do not will harm.
Do not Will charm
Do not lust after Eustace
Do not rust on pussy’s collar

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