Where then can I speak of Trust
"Pon marbled stones and sandy shores?
Or in muted tones on earthly dust?
As noble knights in days of yore?
To some, a bitter vetch to chew
That loving can bring a woeful bile;
While others become it's retinue
On golden dancing all the while.
Some see love's light as dim
To swoon and feign pon every blade
A mournful vision, dark and grim
To other doubtless Heaven here made.
Gloved and cloaked, or garish bright
There lies for each on terra's face
That which twin heart for us is right;
And grips us with simple vison'd grace.
Trust to speak, and love to live
With winds and leaves to drift an cross;
Snow and glades and souls which give
Through all eternity, frozen glow or fever'd frost...
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