Friday, 5 September 2014

In my soul's pasture

When I first saw you
My sad heart thundered applause
Your eyes said it all

I watched your deft hands
As you patiently worked away
Then glanced up at me

You have springtime
For me winter winds blow cold
Sadness I must bear

My long lonely nights
Would surely be satisfied
By your gentle touch

But that’s not for me
I dream of what could have been
In my soul's pasture


  1. It leant its self to dream - our own soul's pasture - maybe it also lends itself to as sense of loss and longing...and vulnerability as tender as that little deer..

  2. soul's pasture. What an interesting concept. Good job on this.